Taste of Freedom
trout leaps, splashes back
rapid creek, 'neath submerged rock
angler misses luck
as somewhere...
fish in a glass bowl
swims with neither smile nor scowl
pensive as an owl
while out there...
hornbill knocks on wood
superstition understood
fly away it would
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2007
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