Best Yowling Poems

Why hurling above the wall, 
In front of window,
Hits Missouri's cold air - 
with hands, not by wings? 

Walking on two legs 
Like the blade between
The skin and the aorta 
Then in a plastic bag stows
Sands of questions,
Polishing it by fire' lashes! 

Why after all...

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It was a howling kind of day
I felt it in my bones.
A wolf like yip would not wake it up
It was an azure Monday
Pure but not simple
She looked at me with her baby blues
A fresh start, a new day, a new week!
Enthusiasm coursed through me.
I...

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