It’s a cats’ life, the dark,
An owl’s sight, briefly dark,
A dog’s life, chaos of all
That’s savage.
It’s a wife’s life, what’s dark,
A cowl’s night, eternally dark.
A kid’s slice of life, eternally lit,
Mentally ravaged.
It’s a whale’es life, sharp dark,
A coward’s way, always;s dark.
A game’s sight, fraternally quarked,
Sentimentally lavaged.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 9/12/08
Edwin
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
That’s savage" ???....or is it new profundities that we fear? Nietzshe said so but not why....when we endure much more than the fear of profundity with far less to gain.
Marvin