The paws twinkled like a lively raven.
Tails shook like proud nightingales.
Why does the hoof disappear?
Why does the bill stop?
All cubs accelerate bewildered, hungry.
Plain, glamorous songbird
Comes out from behind the moon.
The cold beak sings the sad song
Of hollow wedding bells.
The darting hound,
Hunt calmly like the quite hoof,
Catch swiftly like the dead mule,
Oh, inglorious chase.
Why does the cattle die?
in cruel reality
Till it cries out
Copyright © L.A Thomson | Year Posted 2016
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