In the late afternoon, I begin to see the moon.
It rises high, way above the sky!
It is so beautiful and bountiful.
There is another object you must see
And, this one living organism is not a bee.
This organism is the mourning dove perched upon its cheerful cove.
I ask it everyday, "Why must you mourn that way?"
It never replies, it only cries.
Another sight you ought to see, is one of the places everyone wants to be!
Upon the hilltop, nowhere near a shop.
Watching the most beautiful sight, one that is very bright.
The sun must set sometime soon, if the moment isn't stolen by a goon.
This is a sight that everyone can share, if you want to do so pair by pair.
So, as soon as you hear the call of the coon, it is officially the late afternoon.
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Survivor's Remorse
PoésieSurvivor's Remorse is a personal collection of poetry, songs, lyrics, prose, and more that ranges from the early 2000s through 2023 when I finally decided to start a new poetry book! Thank you immensely to anyone who has taken time to read this book...
