New Form Implied Metaphor Poetry - What Am I
What Am I
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Dad, thumped a warning!
Silence, now pronounced.
Smelt, a red patch crawling.
A future death announced!
What am I?
The field dead, now haunted.
The thumping did suffice.
The patch stood, up sauntered.
A thumping way of saving life!
What am I?
Copyright © Mick Talbot | Year Posted 2018
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