THESE ARE MY RECENT POEMS. MY FIRST BOOK OF POEMS WILL BE RELEASED SOON BY GOLDMINDS PUBLISHING. http://www.goldmindspub.com/#!bill-yates/c10a6
A screech-owl sounds in the distance, Maybe two miles away. He signals: The trees understand. There is no time here for drooping Or hanging like a bat. Why do owls screech, anyway? It is a mystery Known only to the forest, Which waits for the drama to unfold Like a bird's wing taking flight. There are no words in this still evening, Nor wind at work. There are only the sounds That pierce the air with warning. A cloud drifts overhead And time stops. It is the end of the world-- But only for a moment. Then the next act is played out Upon the stage of life.
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