Midnight wakes at dawn
the slumbering guardian.
Two full moons stare hungrily
calling for the filling of the vessel
to feast with its kind.
Feline, more like a Bear,
protector of feet
and the warmth around them,
large eyes glinting with glee
at the amusement of the keeper.
Alas, another bridge built
for a young life to cross
all too soon
to warm the paws of those
on the other side.
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Sitting Here Thinking (2020-2022)
PoesíaPoetry of varying subjects and construction, the second of three. Written while sitting anywhere, lost in thought about everything and anything. Accolades: #1 Thought Provoking 2/26/2020 #1 Self-Reflection 3/22/2020 #1 Creative Writing 7/24/2020 #3...
