The days were great..We ranged around cared for by good humans on our edgewood ground, a mighty flock our ages did range..Up to forty years; indeed some gained.' Our nights were restfull, we passed each test..' ancient bloodline and
Of the best.' Then strangers came observing ing cold.' Then many more trucks
And cars untold, we were seperated from
The humans who cared, herded un-feelingly to where straw walls were.' Until
In the dark one night loud bangs.!!! Flames against the black, and with burning pain; we ran into the walls, laid low in vain
We smelled of death, those who survived all night
In agony, bloodstained' then came the last sunrise.' The
Bad humans walked in with sticks that spat
Again that fire..We lay helpless targets as
They slaked their desires, yet the pain is gone now we are with our Creator.' Away
Are the tall hat ones..yet fate is the endless trail they must ever walk, these are the bad of humanity.' At no evil will they baulk.'
Wake Up Call
Sunny days are so luscious and sweet.
Its pleasing to live at life's slower pace,
but often I miss the bite and the sting,
of Winter's blight blowing wind in my face.
Feelingly persuade me of what I am, *
beyond womb-like comforts and security.
Stabbing thorns, Winter's cold, - small payment
to wake me from my own obscurity.
I must know myself as well as the world,
know the ambition of my soul and hands,
to welcome my life, not cast it aside,
not cower behind dress skirts, tremble and hide.
* Allusion to William Shakespeare's As You Like It
. for public domain
Whispers handsome infinity
Time stands still in the vicinity
Mountains that I love to see
Clouds hug them with impish glee
I am fortunate in my tent at Wang Di
On the top are my birds of pinkish hue
They slip out at my tempted palm
Mountains teach me how to sit and stare
Not to touch and instead satiate my gaze
At the play of lucky dreams on the cloud-hugged peaks
Wind blows into the rhododendrons
I want to rush inside the hug of clouds and flowers
Mountains teach me a lesson of not to hasten
Instead unfasten knots of beauty feelingly
I smile and say, it’s indeed very lovely
Wishing to smell the valley I step ahead
I’m about to lay my cheek on the velvet of the slopes
Mountains ask me not to get so tightly close
Instead inhale the aroma arising from the body
I envy the lambs that graze there to their heart’s content
Were I a lamb free to taste the valley and hill
But then the touch of timelessness would have been missing perhaps
Two dimples come out charmingly as the mountains say so
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July 9, 2016
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