'Crust'

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by curtius, Jun 17, 2006.

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  1. curtius

    curtius Well-Known Member

    Scuttleing little chickadee
    Forageing so merrily
    Along the sidewalk hurriedly
    Gobbling up the crumbs of me...
    Following my path I walk
    The hungry little scavanger hops
    Until I notice,
    Turn
    And stop -

    To see the hungry little bird
    Realize I'd had it lured.



    ~C
     
  2. Scavengers,
    do as they will
    for good or ill
    it is their nature,
    we tempt,
    they succumb,
    but they are under
    no one's thumb
    We certainly are not masters here
    Why God made such beings
    is never quite clear
    but that they finish what we started...

    {{FAL1}}
     
  3. BrokenPieces

    BrokenPieces Well-Known Member

    perfect start and a perfect end...

    I loved it...

    BP
     
  4. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    Sweet and absolutely beautiful! :wink: I love it!!!:smile: :smile:

    love,

    least
     
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