Short Rangy Poems

Golden waves sway in a strange sky to create a new shade.
With bare feet, cross a shroud's path, but no one is aware.
Summer starts as scarlet hues salute a mottled promenade.
This image has gold sparkle and blue padded birds there.



Written: August 14, 2021...

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Dare you not cross the path
of a Snarly Yow. The rangy hills
are its home from home.
It prefers to roam on groggy foggy nights
to galumph upon the unsuspecting
to drool over its dire and deadly deeds
chewing over motley meaty morsels
for breakfast dinner or supper;
it’s not particular....

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(I'd Pay a Million)

He's an ordinary gray, long and lean,
relieved by ashen whiskers and chin.
A perfect white 'V' marks his breast
and one snowy paw mocks the rest.

What is he worth to this old friend
when dozens can be had of his kind?
Some are more worthy of love and trust
and others are spared his hoary crust.

But daily I treasure his sweet purr
and gently stroke his ordinary fur.
I rest my eyes on his rangy form
and rue the day when he'll be gone....

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