rabbit on the grass
the sunset makes your long ears
glow as the air cools
Tag: dusk
Poem 20160414b
i watch the rat as he eats
the fallen seed the birds have dropped
in this early dusk. this spring
evening as the sun retreats
i have no animosity for the furry mopped
rodent. he’s not stealing from the finches
and the sinking sun makes him a soft thing
who measures his days in inches
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Words and Feathers 