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Hot Days Torching ground and the airborne life alike, Eye glazing ball of fire unrelenting: Though worshiped in winter with longing; In summer dreaded in chords of fear That thine tempest might wrap with Death Strange days follow, sensitive to strangeness, Inner sight comes to find plea from all Manner of life. The Kansas dove nestles closely unfearful Where it had not. Mockers espousing so much mimicry, silent now As if thoughts of impending nesting left No purpose to bagatelle song. Feral kitties honor no truce, or so little feather Piles tell. The unwanted squirrel, hit before with well-aimed Cherokee stick, Braves my eye coming near, a supplicant to generous Grace that I might resign in mercy what had Not been, in welcome. Digging a shallow slit in the ground to lay belly In the cool regard shown a stately Cottonwood. I am beseeched, mind turning to some silk screen Example Where desperation resigned all to another's mercy When rejection meant Death. I will not take the last breath of this boisterous rodent. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Dellena Rovito On Date: 2006-08-06 20:41:28
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
James,
Global warming yes? The blazing heat.Looked forward to in winter.
We are almost at the point of no return.
Hurricanes, floods, extinct wildlife, than us!
This is about you 'best' this month.
You had so many I liked.
I got behind the silly one otherwise your too divided.
This should be tops.
It shows much concern over the consequnce of our lifestyle.
I'm probably off base.
I'm pleased you care for the beast. I believe them much more honorable than man. By far.
Always,
Dellena