Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk
Ah dawn fox - tight writing vivid read :) "sated but cold" says so much
Triumph it seems is always short circuited upon reflection. Once can't control everything can one?Anyway, on another note, the area I live in is 'over run' with wild turkeys it would seem. I see them often along the rural roads. They even invade the neighbourhoods close by. Bold creatures in need of a few more foxes ;)
Sad for the turkey, but the balance of nature is what it is. The sly fox reigns supreme.
Vivid imagery...powerful meaning behind the words. Lovely!
cool. i always wonder if foxes or other critters ever really get cold.
ha. a full belly dragging along the way...wonder if they have a conscience...and grow cold at the killing...or if it is just nature...
I can see him skulking off. Love the words "dawn fox".
ah, the guilty fox and poor li'l turkey!
sated but cold...sums up so much with so little.brilliant!
Great imagery and does indeed say much with few words.
Well done I could see it ;DYes, you rock
As any fox would tell you, sated and cold is better than un-sated and cold.
With brevity, you tell us the story of staying alive.
Sated, but cold--I love that!
I love how the feathers are not torn loose, but blown. It's total aftermath where temperature can be the focus again.
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Ollie, don't visit the site above. It is SPAM!! Delete the comment, that's my advice.Loved this simple poem about "a day in the life." The old fox slinking home... sated. Hey, that's a hell of a lot more natural than me going to the store to buy chicken wrapped in cellophane, no?Great job! Peace, Amy
Few words but they spoke volumes
Thanks for helping with the development of Olsonomics.