The Night Shift
Nocturnal animals
Peer through brush
With yellow eyes.
They turn and turn
To escape the daytime
Necessity of vines.
But only their prey escape,
Leaving them unfulfilled.
Nocturnal animals
Peer through brush
With yellow eyes.
They turn and turn
To escape the daytime
Necessity of vines.
But only their prey escape,
Leaving them unfulfilled.
Apartments are better
With elevators.
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They take you home-
Winter, spring, summer, fall,
Winter, spring, summer, fall,
Winter, spring, summer, fall-
Oh, I wish to repeat them all!
For the cool, green,
Warm, leaves-
Rosy faces, smell of honey,
Toes on pavement, come together wind-
I cannot stop the world!
But I will know them- again and again.
The victorious write history;
The defeated are defeated twice.
They are first checked by their aggressors,
Before being spell-checked by device.
An impenetrably red line marks
An impenetrably livid mind.
The victorious rewrite history,
While the defeated retain the line.
I got a new phone
And my data was backed-up.
Could I be a phone?
Humans would make
Extraordinary volcanoes
WERE WE NOT SO ERUPTIVE!
And then so dormant
The hounds accept sustenance,
But do they hunt?
Of course not, for dogs are trained.
Now the man tracks
While domestication barks:
“I am the guard-i-a-n!”