Monday 14 April 2014

7 at Sea




A floating tail wagging, a hound gently waiting
A tiger hiding ‘hind tall grass, what was he debating?

Orange was the cat, observing upon a tree
Full-moon wolf lingering, lofty to the side of thee

Above in tidal skies, washed the dog-wolf together
There were two bound, another running from the weather

As it were, the storm did brew t’ward the sand
Canine a gait with horses wild and an orca band

Avowal, ye giant whale amidst the vagrant abyss,
Purple thunder, melting the snow tops and tips.

He melted too, enveloped in the lips of Mother Nature,
Mammals the same, washed, animals the same, a  capture.

For only minutes had gone to pass, in skies at seven,
Adorned by blue eyes looking to the never.

Looking to the always, pastel greys turned the pages
Alike caressing ripples from the cryptic sea of ages.

Coral rain besprent the canvas for less than hours
For another story be writ, in the eight o’clock showers.

Wolf 

Starring Edward