|This pic is by John Haines|
night summons me to her darkness
when the rest of the birds end their songs,
Days are not mine, nights are
An usurp solitude
camouflaged against the earthy shadows;
-- reawakens repeatedly every night
A daily struggle for a morsel of living;
Ah, a pygmy owl on its haunches is..
-Trapped for eternity...
The breeze imitates my hoots
tall green trees curl up in chilling night
The flitting fireflies, the cry of the jackals
add more to the afterdark melee...
I jump and dive, swooping only
to target creatures made for my delight
To grab and destroy...
Within boundaries of human existenceThey call it...Life.
Written for : Poets united:Verse First