She stood tall with her lizard-like skin
unafraid of the scorching sun
yet I felt sorry for her
they way one might feel sorry for a bug
before stepping on it.
Nightfall sailed like a lanky insurance salesman
unafraid of the barking dogs
but I only could pine for her
as they lunch on the dead ants.
Saturday, 16 July 2011 02:20
Thoughts
Written by burton beerman
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Poetry
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