Fowl, intent on nature's gift
Breakfast served, her mind adrift
Fails to note her treacherous guest
Here to act out nature's quest
Creeping, crawling, closing fast
Time's up once his shadow's cast.
Teeth and claws to feathered back
Red Fur mounts his cruel attack
Helpless, Fowl cries in dismay
Canines rush into affray.
Wolf-like snarls and Red Fur screams
Sounds akin to ghoulish dreams
Blood and spit infuse the air
As instincts fuel the carnage there.
Canines, working as a pack
Thwart the Red Fur's fierce attack
Red Fur flies and feathers fall
He's lost his prize from nature's call
* * *
Red Fur gone, the danger's passed
Fowl alive but fading fast
Canines gather, all distressed,
Fur stained red by battle's quest.
Watching, waiting, silent yet
Alert, their faces, hope beset.
Final laboured gasp from fowl
Landscape echoes Canine's howl.
You have very effectively shared the conflict, Ruan; truly vivid and engaging. Thank you. Love and best wishes,
Regis
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on September 26, 2011
Gotta love it. Not from the fowl's POV, but from the heroic attempt. Now that the fowl is quite dead, it is a shame the attacker can't reap his reward.
Inspirational poetry, written from the heart and soul. Verses that are well-suited for reading on a rainy day and that are guaranteed to bring a smile to your face.
Still Living on my Feet is the follow up to Tichaona Chinyelu’s first book, In the Whirlwind, which was rooted in a sense of hard-hitting revolutionary black love. However, in this sophomore effort, Tichaona brings the revolutionary essence from deep
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with passion and energy.
John
Has a modern aesops feel.
Regis