Wednesday, 6 July 2011

What is That?

A random offbeat piece.

Hair like mist of a Walrus Bear
Sense how what when we wear
The opened up hidden lair
Strut around in great folly
Proud in whom has the best lolly
If we were just but dollies
We would never eat
Hungry therefore are we
No eat, no feast, no more of me
As of air it’s what we share
Though should air be gone
It would not be long
Until we’re just a soundless song
Rhythm beats to a life
From beginning to end of dive
Dance the dance
Take a chance
Yet on solid ground to rely
Wing up to get higher
Flapping only gets so far up spire
Seeking warmth and air currents
Much energy spent on fighting torrents
Seek - find what better way is.

Copyright © Nathan Groves
This Work Is Not To Be Reproduced With Out Permission.

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