She stood tall with her lizard-like skin
unafraid of the scorching sun
yet I felt sorry for her
the way one might feel sorry for an ant
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.
Thursday, 17 February 2011 14:20
Impromptu
Written by Burton Beerman
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Poetry
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