darkness blankets the light restless creatures arise bellies empty, must find... morsels, necessary, to survive... orbs of yellow and red scan the food chain, again, silence...a target's been found saliva dripping to the ground flesh flies through the air quiet...contentment begins, circling perilous skies eagle's ballet in flight until dawn's early light...
An original poem written by Zenith Elliott 10-27-03 at 11:32 am PST
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
the food chain in poetry words!
Good job!
Excellent poem!
YF.......Ron
Reindeer
TRASK
Candida
I read many good ones lately but this one speaks to me.
Fantastic!
George