What are they hunting?
It is time and opportunity run from us,
the first a red stag, the second a white hare.
It is your cold stubbornness dooms us,
and that is why the old hounds plunge on
where pups hesitate and the horses
cannot overleap without great danger -
yet they do. They take to the air
and their hooves hang there
impossibly long,
and their riders with the headlight eyes
twin-beam over the wet fields their
dancing lances of light
and are gone.
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Under The Wings
Puisi.Under the Wings of the Egyptian and world-wide respected Goddess, Isis. Poems of Nature, Inner Resonance and Mythology.
