Wolpertingers Roam
Spring peaches ripen in the moon's shadow.
On the other side, wounded lambs moan
I grasp a whiff of strawberries
inimical twilight
cynical quadrant
whimsical
nonsensical
I am not a wolf, a hawk, or an ocelot
no time for lake-bound lizard yetis tales
I am a hunter, not a storyteller
peculiar and acrid to pin down
you'll be the host of my arrow
Wolpertingers roam wild in the forest
incongruous
torturous
antlers
fangs
Your marble-nailed hands prevent iniquity
heat remove the betrayal from my soul
the agony of being shunned
doubtful of your decision and yearning
your words poison my psyche
my heart ached with love, life, and lies
I would never lie if I had shame
tattered fur
untangle wings
clasp paws
milked leaves
releasing ice vapors into the air
I saw the green comet fly across the cosmos
despite the lore that,
wasn't even static.
Written: February 03, 2023
6th place contest winner
Contest No 1180 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Copyright © Sotto Poet | Year Posted 2023
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