Strange Creatures
Don’t trust ‘em obviously-No
I don’t think you can bond with them
They’re unpredictable at best
At worst cold blooded killers
They can’t help it of course
It’s their instinct I suppose
No sense of smell at all
Blind as bats
And partially deaf
Easy pray yes
But don’t be tempted
The rest will come after you
Watch out for old-long-black nose
He’ll put you in a documentary
A good question
I don’t know exactly
But he followed mum for years
Trying to put her in one
I don’t think you can bond with them
They’re unpredictable at best
At worst cold blooded killers
They can’t help it of course
It’s their instinct I suppose
No sense of smell at all
Blind as bats
And partially deaf
Easy pray yes
But don’t be tempted
The rest will come after you
Watch out for old-long-black nose
He’ll put you in a documentary
A good question
I don’t know exactly
But he followed mum for years
Trying to put her in one
6 Comments:
That is the most ominous sounding use of the word documentary I have ever heard. A hard poem Sue, swollen, and with the skin stretched tight on it as if it ached desperately within. You take us to the pain without letting us find what's underneath. Good job, not every poem has to focus on just the happy or funny aspects of life.
s t r a n g e
This one is very good! I thing genius and madness are brothers. this one take the best of the two of them. We are all a little mad. I see it into you too now.
Take care of yourself and don't change!
Bye, kiss.
Russell I think animals must think we're very strange creatures after all we waste so much time killing each other and though I love documentaries I expect it's really irritating if you're being eaten by a lion
Roger perhapse I haven't quite got those essays out of my system
Carba I'm sure you are right and I take pride in my madness
Fascinating perspective! I enjoyed this one.
Mb thank-you
Fin, I just like to look at things from different prespectives, I guess, that's what I love about blogging, one minute you're reading about dreems, another it could be a social documentry or the beauty of butterflies. You never quite know what will be next.
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