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@navigirl
As I reach for sleep
Raindrops smatter the rooftop
Soporifically
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She sits, limp paw raised.
My hand gently seeks her wound.
Thorn out she runs off.
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Empty nesting box
Were the Ospreys blown away
Violent thunder storm
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Reading Walt Whitman
Two does break from the pond bank:
Sun-dappled June woods.
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Dogs in the thicket
While Brere Fox lopes down the road -
Treats them like giant pups.
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Under blue silk, her thigh,
Brushed by the back of my hand,
Scorched in memory.
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In dreams I prowl Through streets and dark corridors Stalking my sweet prey.
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@EternalCow I hang at Adrianna's in Columbia, SC. But did you see my La Pavoni at home? http://buffleheadcabin.com/...
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The only difference Between me and green lizards: I nap in the shade.
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If you ford the stream,
I'll follow the trail for a while.
We'll both be home soon.
[A death poem written for an old friend.]
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In a woods near home Overnight tenting alone Dogs so bored they leave
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Deep in winter woods I pitched my tent at a spot Like any other
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After the night storm Morning sunlit puddles glint Down the winter trail
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@wizmical My bike wreck made it a colder winter than usual. Just now I'm feeling early Spring along the back roads of SC. May it warm you.
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From a muddy rut Emerald shoots of grass leap up: First signs of Spring
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Drops onto the branch.
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Wingtips hunched, claws extended,
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The crow: neck bowed over,
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Dogs trot up through woods The trail wet leaves or puddles Sear gray-brown winter
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How to use darkness? You may sleep or if awake Look up at the stars
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