It flew past my window early this morn
A winged creature with a singular horn
Of so many things did this creature warn
Of once-towering figures, their reputations now shorn
Of lovers who'd parted, their hearts newly torn
Of babes stillborn, whose deaths go unmourned
Of a sudden the creature knelt down, midst a field forlorn
Lowered his head to the ground, shook loose his horn
Lifted it high with his forelimbs, and with haunting melody adorned
The message of woe he'd brought the world that same morn
With beeps and honks and plaintive blasts of his horn
He'd rendered his judgment, of briar and thistle and thorn
Some say the creature was the mythical unicorn
I say, it flew past my window, and of danger it warned
Categories:
forelimbs, animal, flying, visionary,
Form: Monorhyme
She wings just under the canopy
of this dense old forest
as we play tag under the trees,
speeding down a deer trail
I draw near and leap
into a gray oak trunk
and spring to the closest branch,
muscles corded
I bound
from tree limb to tree limb
ever drawing closer
to her voluptuous rear.
When I draw close enough
I jump over her
and smack her behind
with the back of my hand,
you’re it.
As I drop
I change my direction,
catch a tree trunk
with my forelimbs
and propel myself to the left.
My paws meet the earth
and I’m moving,
sliding amongst the stalks.
Feeling the ever presence
of the shade of my heart
I dive under a dead tree
laying across the path
and run off to the right,
just missing her touch.
Keeping within inches of each base
I zigzag through the woods,
she swooping left and right
barely above the ground,
almost within reach.
I try to dig my claws in
and make a sharp turn
to the left
but alas the soil is too loose
and I feel her claws
graze my back,
I’m it.
Categories:
forelimbs, happiness, imagination, passiontree, tree,
Form: Free verse