Black bodies pulsing, Pecking; An ominous sign? A murder most fowl?
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Falling
I think I am falling, Down a dark hole; No obvious stumble, Yet here I go. No spark of interest, No energy to spare, No urge to engage, Or even to share. Just snap out of it now – I know they will say; Were it that easy, To get up and play. But hardContinue reading “Falling”
The Herald
Hello! Do you see? No yet, oh no, but soon – ho! Cold, dark, mean winter!
Domesticated
Screams deep in the night Awaken primal fears; long Buried memories. Walls offer safety, comfort – And loss of our feral self.
Eden
Enveloped by green. Golden light, birdsong, warm breeze. Quiet contentment.
October
Burst of flame, pleading A lifeless gray sky, asking To let in some light.
Cycle
Look! I’ll be gone soon… Back to where I came, to sleep – Until I return.
Bandit
BANDIT Stealth steps through the night. Curious, feral and masked – At home in the dark.
Gold
GOLD Scurry draws the gaze – The Sun’s favorite among trees, Crowned in golden light.
Leaf Peepers
LEAF PEEPERS Audible gasp, “Oh!” Vibrant colors! Reds! Orange! Joy before the cold.
