Letter Q

letter Q the leopard lives alone amongst the shelter that to him he calls a home but to us the jungles grown we are children for the wonder and what thus dwells we cannot ponder possibility in tact, rabid beast and wild cat cataclysmic compositions come to mind in bloody visions leave to mind what is to wonder letter q's a second longer Eyes the constellations in the jungles patient waiting lingering what's to be sought in these fields that Q does plot seeds were sown in feudal tones, not know by it before us Letter Q the farmers fued between the teeth they show us A sickle beast the turnip theif and slaughter house subduer sanctify the burning bibles, what is man if not to idle under rays of burning idols made of letter q's disciples