Come now, blue eyes,
Don’t dart away
Like the fish in the reef
Like the birds on the branch.
You glitter within reach,
Take a breath, quiet footsteps,
Don’t make a sound
Don’t disturb the wildlife.
Too late, perhaps a blade
Of grass cried in protest
When it was trodden on;
Dart away, dart away.
Come now, green eyes,
Don’t bound away
Like the hare in the wood
Like the roo in the bush.
You beckon me closer,
Hold your breath, take a step,
Keep your eyes fixed
On the prize.
Too far, perhaps a gust
Of breeze skidded
The ground, alerted the animal;
Bound away, bound away.
Come now, brown eyes,
Don’t run away
Like the fox in the sand
Like the vole in the reeds.
You hulk down far away
Looking up, ever wary,
Creep forwards, don’t alert
The animals.
Too late, perhaps the Earth
Moved a little out of
Rotation while it span.
Run away, run away.
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Butterfly Ripples
PoetryButterfly ripples through water and wind fluttering petals, whispering wings. Words swing 'round trees carried in a breeze of butterfly ripples so do as you please. But don't taunt their song of water and wind: to it they belong and so they will sin...
