To a Polka Dot Leo
and the whole earth is his
from the water on open lea,
a probable season of the skies
crying cats and dogs
to even the polker dot pard
alert,attentive,to the earths
heaven,life,and hells trio
in the upper room of the earth
from the mountains peak
to the mountain lions
with the words of old
an igniting hearth
far costlier
than vanity or wealth
and the skies of red,
burning hurried
to a diamnd star
or its siblings myrrh
with the moon of dull
but bright for the night
something must be done
from day to night
that seems majorly undone
as the dew rolls over a tear
to the dead of the dawn
or the last yaw
of the faithful dog
unto the masters leg
early it shall cling unto
like we who cling
unto God
generous God
the one who gives the fowl worm
still the swallows the fowl
and even the swallows
the snake to prowl
with big tentacle eyes
of he worlds view,
like an owl
but silent
Copyright © Emeka Ozurumba | Year Posted 2008
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