Tuesday, October 6, 2015

early fall poem

dawn cracking
gunshots rip
through the silence
shred willow boughs

another burst
 the old hound
 jumps up
 charges down
 to the water

a duck falls
from the morning sky




3 comments:

  1. A delightful and vivid piece. Greetings!

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  2. Oh, I can see it all. Poor duck. Good dog.

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  3. A lovely descriptive write. Sad for the duck though.
    Anna :o]

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