Thursday, April 17, 2014

My poems


He waits…
He stalks…
He sees the food he needs
He jumps he grabs
it fights but he wins
It has his meal for the pack
they eat
they run
to new territory

It drizzles it drops
We hope it stops so it doesn’t
flood up the stream
                                Ping      Ping      Ping
                                 It         Goes     On the
     windows Bang   Bang
 Goes     the   Thunder
                              Were waiting it stops

                               Were soaked anyway.

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