The days of long not old,
gave rise to a summer song.
The birds of lofting nest unfold,
with nestling eggs cuddled close.
The springing leaps of a leopard spots,
running the length of the rail.
Deer are fond of the wet long grass,
the pampas offers dawn.
A cougar lies in stealth and curb,
mouth biting, drooling, sighs,
new life doth birth,
new springs of joyous, watery flow,
until the claws of sharpened laws are undone by all of Natures Tears.
I cry!!
K.A.P.
5/8/2009
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