The bawl of the bay lynx echoes
Between the fogged ceiling and farmers' fields
Through alleyways and out to the piers
The cry trickles along the brooks
It gets trapped in the culverts
Neighborhood dogs bay at the memory
The moon is covered in soot
The horns of automobiles
Snuff out the cry for help
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A/N:
I like nature. Human's need to redefine their 'progress'. It is too often measured as increasing our footprint on the world.
What did you think of the poem.
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Cheers,
Dylan
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