Fire

The fire burn the furn the forest is on fire light eyes sparkle in cloven escarpment drizzle the muzzle around the bear h’s so aware tear the trees in the east feast the birds screeching clawing gnawing at the spectacular horizon torching the ghostly night awakened with fright my sight becomes shady awareness from an old lady the herds of deer sear northwards where they are safe from the furnace the flowers lay shrilled from smoke and churning logs burning the escarpment scattered with matter litter so bitter plunder the mosses roses wonder if they will survive depth of cracks getting bigger the ground rumbles from the weather birds of a feather little creatures try and escape the hurt rabbits dig holes to try and escape the carnage capped and so slender the adder tries to go wherever butter Mellon caps the traps of spiders there wings entangled starlight stargazer left by the stranger danger the word from a stranger gets stranger and stranger and louder the bolts of crackers let out big laughter the days go by with giving flowers to the dead years after written tonuhalan1/05/06 mon