Camoflage
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The predator in this one is a Coyote. Yet again, the moon hides the swimmers.
First Published in Art With Words
Quarterly Poetry Journal
(A Blank Verse Sonnet)
The moon creeps through the barnyard's busy night
where ducks chase bugs on top of pond's still face
and mother hides her chicks beneath the barn
with clucking sounds to warn and soothe them still.
A pair of marbles shift from side to side.
From shadows they emerge with dry mouth thirst
to trot toward the water's edge and drink
with thoughts of rabbit-fare a fading dream.
But ducks in statue stance evade their doom
as coyote splashes in the cool, wet pool
and drinks his fill before he hunts again.
The Goddess of the moon-lit summer sky,
calls forth the clouds to move beneath the moon
and hides the swimmers in the ripple's ruff.
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
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