My collie dog,
a mellon she has
seen, there...
her feeling very
Jolly...
my collie ate
that mellon,
was filled with...
melancholy,
somehow...
Now my collie in her
grave, for this...
mellon proved too
sour, now there...
on her gravestone,
appears
a Melon-Cauliflower
Mellon balls, white and soft
Powder dropped from aloft
Cannon balled by little scamps
By such childish winter land camps
Stacked up high in twos and threes
Thin brown arms pulled from trees
The cool round shape is taking form
Crafted from the winters storm
Floating scarf from mother’s room
Top hat stolen from dad the groom
Little hands then search the ground
To see if any coal can be found
Pantries far and wide are raided
But by many adult hands they’re aided
A hundred little feet crunch the snow
An orange nose is ready to bestow
Amid the many giggles and calls
A gentle spattering of snow falls
The orange point completes a face
A white ball of snow it has replaced
The little hands and childish fun
Has completed the task they begun
This youthful spark and joyous drive
Has brought this snowman alive
And as the snow now falls thickly
And the children seek the fire quickly
Leaving the snowman in the night
He comes alive with childish delight
The fire
burn the furn
the forest is on fire
light eyes
sparkle in cloven escarpment
drizzle the muzzle around the bear
h’s so aware
tear the trees
in the east
feast
the birds screeching clawing
gnawing at the spectacular horizon
torching the ghostly night
awakened with fright
my sight becomes shady
awareness from an old lady
the herds of deer sear northwards
where they are safe from the furnace
the flowers lay shrilled from smoke
and churning logs burning the escarpment
scattered with matter
litter so bitter
plunder the mosses
roses wonder if they will survive
depth of cracks getting bigger
the ground rumbles from the weather
birds of a feather little creatures try and escape the hurt
rabbits dig holes to try and escape the carnage
capped and so slender the adder tries to go wherever
butter Mellon caps the traps of spiders
there wings entangled
starlight stargazer left by the stranger
danger the word from a stranger
gets stranger and stranger and louder
the bolts of crackers let out big laughter
the days go by with giving flowers to the dead years after
written tonuhalan1/05/06 mon
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