Question:
Do you like my new poem?
Dry grass rustles, dampening senses,
Ears twitch at every snapped twig.
Resting in rows, leery of hunters
Bow and arrow, deadly silence.
Send the fawns scurrying.
There, in the corm, thinly disguised,
See the gleam in his eyes.
Whispering obsidian,
Strikes and burrows.
Stagger away, to the forest.
Who are these new predators on this land,
These uprights, this carnivorous man?
Additional Details2 days ago
Just composed. No title. Obsidian is a mineral, not an element. It's what spear points and arrow heads were made from a few millinia ago.
2 days ago
Corn, in most parts of the world, is not the big yellow stuff out my window. Corn can be grass, oats, barley. That line refers to a camo-floogied man.
2 days ago
Thanks Auntie. Encourage her to show us some of her work.
2 days ago
I write these native laments to honor my Cherokee cousins. I can write fairly good Celtic, Germanic, Polynesian, Hebrew and Countrified American, too, because that's what I'm made from.
2 days ago
Lom Layton, in "Voyage of the Frolic", shows us that arrowheads could be made from anything sharp, such as beer bottles.
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2 days agoJust composed. No title. Obsidian is a mineral, not an element. It's what spear points and arrow heads were made from a few millinia ago.