One foot in front of the other,
Step in the mud
Will my footprint
Become a fossil – years
Past present future
From the mountain path
Bone dust & dirt
Life’s a series of dreams
Black Crow calling
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The squirrel’s long tail,
Like a sail in a green sea,
Navigates the wind.
Fledgling pursues its mother
Through the grass.
A cautious cat calls
Interrupting the quiet
Dew in the green grass
Desperate bird, fledgling,
Sinks down into the wet grass.
“Please don’t see me.”
I do prefer Inanity.
Casual attempts – Alchemy,
I lay no claims to Vanity;
Although my Acme’s Fantasy.
(P.S. I am not going to be rhyming for awhile! Back to Nature, and visual photographs, until I feel the urge to RHYME once more!!!!!)
Perhaps pleasing florescent Pigeons parade
Across mosaic patios to persuade
Tourists to buy throwaways in the arcade —
Rippling Rays within the branches leaves cascade —
I made many mistakes in life, a charade;
Curling around each moment, the cat stayed
Inside the domestic domicile and prayed
Asking the wind for a melody well played.
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