Servals on the savanna
They come and go In an instant Feline magic trick What big ears you have! The better to hear you coming We will keep our coats Hunters, not hunted
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How tragic and devious
The mimicry of abuse Passed down from generation to generation A toxic heirloom Sticky like a spider's web. No, this is not Alaska
Just a big city at night And no, not hunting Just trying to make it home Amidst packs of two-legged amarok Under the moon's gaze. There are worse things than wolves. In the publication process of Lunar Phoenix there have been a couple of errors. The poem, America Never Saw Me was incorrectly attributed to me. Unfortunately, I do not know the correct author of this piece. In addition, my short essay, Now And Then, was omitted from the anthology, although the photo submitted with it was included. I hope this sets the record straight. Thank you for your understanding.
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Sometimes I wake
In the middle of the night Only a few hours have passed And it feels like a lifetime Gathering memories and dreams Across sleep's frontier Stitching together a quilt of love To warm me when you're not here. Young lovers at a restaurant finding an avenue
In luscious creams and sauces Delighting in the taste Savoring the textures as they linger in the mouth Juices escaping from the lips Pausing only to dab with a napkin -- Or maybe they'll just kiss, Discover the luscious other. She called me because she'd heard
I knew about such things -- Gizmos, gadgets and doohickeys That I could circuit my way Around an electric circuit But sometimes reading people Works better than reading schematics. Operator error revealed. |