At First Light On A Summer's Day by Kristina Woodhill So I walk away from the magpie whose left eye still blinks whose white chest still puffs slightly inhaling hope who is held quite firmly by the petite black panther on tip toe dragging along breakfast and lunch and dinner the wild thing the hungry neighbor's cat who lives in our lot due to the neighbor dog of the second family moving in after the neighbor's cat of the first they're all related yes it's complicated especially for panthers unfettered by fences but pushed into odd jungles with too many corners 06/22/2016 Posted on 06/22/2016 Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill Member Comments on this Poem Posted by A. Paige White on 06/26/16 at 07:36 PM Very well done. I could picture it. Well, my version of it anyway. You've given me an idea... Thanks for sharing this! Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/28/16 at 04:30 AM Cute...fun read! Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 06/30/16 at 10:45 AM This poem is at once strange and wild and marvelous and captivating, Kristina and that last line is quite captivating, and fitting as it concerns the lot of us. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)