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Left there by mama
She begins to shiver
Beautiful creature
Unsafe from the quiver
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18 Tuesday May 2021
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Left there by mama
She begins to shiver
Beautiful creature
Unsafe from the quiver
Continue reading
29 Thursday Apr 2021
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03 Thursday Dec 2020
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She bends like a reed, in a summer breeze
Caught in the balance, arms stretched, with ease
Hair flowing gently, as her head tilts awry
The look on her face, says she set her sights high
She is able to move, with such elegant grace
While the look in his eyes, is the only trace
Of a love, so possessive, he wants her, his own
Yet, she wants no part, so he leaves, quite alone
For he knows it’s not him, and it will never be
She is tied to no man, the dance sets her free.
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07 Saturday Nov 2020
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The night falls
More quickly these days
In silence,
Draped in a choking haze
Outside, an owl
Screeches my name,
What is he saying?
What does he claim?
That I took the stars
And blackened the sky,
Says the moon doesn’t shine
And he wants to know why
Hear his cry,
Ear splitting, so unnerved
Surely this raptor
Is somewhat perturbed
Still I cannot see,
What he sees, in the dark
An ebony field,
Laid barren and stark
From the one thing
That has forsaken his land
The strike of a match,
By a human hand
He has lost his home,
His place to hide
His family, no longer
By his side
Taken down in a hail
Of smoke and flame
The owl, he weeps,
And I am to blame…
Author’s Note: Seven new large fires were reported 11/5/2020, three in Idaho, two in Kansas, and one each in Minnesota and Montana. Nationally, 36 large fires have burned 2.8 million acres. (source: National Interagency Fire Center). Before you flick that lit cigarette, or leave a campfire unattended and burning, think about how many lives you could be destroying, both wild and human.
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06 Saturday Jul 2019
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She sits and waits for your arrival
While contemplating her survival
A timepiece dangles from her hand
Another day, so carefully planned
Many before you, now mere ashes
Simply because she bats her lashes
And crosses a leg, shows some skin
Yes, this, is where her wiles begin
So easily fooled, you common man
Though try you must, you never can
Free yourself from her dangerous devices
At what cost, and will you pay such prices?
Think twice, before you dare respond
Else wind up like the others, far beyond
July Writing Prompts – Dangerous devices – Day 6/31
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