The crow caw, caw, caws in the muted early morning light

The crow caw, caw, caws in the muted early morning light;
he is looking for his mate to hustle the day’s first bite.

All waking desire alarms the air with a hungry cry;
lust and love stalk and yearn for the lover passing by.

The stars forever circle the bright friend with precision;
their dance is measured out with numerical concision.

The stealthy earth quickly grabs its victim in sinking sand,
and sweet life expires dramatically with a waving hand!

The kangaroo is punch drunk with his jumpy darling,
but the dingo hypnotizes his prey with lovely snarling.

Clever fish school together to outsmart the barracuda,
while the nightingale ends his song with a plaintive coda.

Darvish has advanced degrees in the study of nature,
with a brilliant distinction in rhapsodic rapture!

 

 

 

 

 

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