POEM ... SHADOW PLAY ...A PREGNANT SPACE

TOOTH AND CLAW



Nose to ground Stop and look around

Make a stand or Run with Tooth and claw

Jostle, fight, Bite and yawn some more

To see me now decide that I am far too close

Vanish as if they had never been or were never ever

Before in this still and quiet pregnant space




But something wise looks back at me

From way within amongst the trees

And knowingly, leaves me be

With the magic and the

Shadow play of yet another end


To another perfect day