Mud can be classical
with just the right temperature
of earth seasoned with heaven.
Birds are classical always
they just don’t know how not to be.
A dog however is part human
it strayed into our camps
thousands of years ago
and became classically unnatural.
However dogs rock love.
The Universe is classical
but we have yet to figure out
what symphony it is playing;
we are looking at something that has not
been composed yet.
Same with humans
they all have a classical beauty
but the Artist has taken a break,
The Painter did this
so we could express perfection
in all kinds of imperfect ways.
Cats are classical;
no one with an ounce of awareness
could deny that. If you do
Your litter-box will burst
into hellfire flames.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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