Black Poetry : Warrior Mice

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  1. Harry Hyman

    Harry Hyman Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Warrior Mice

    The orange and gold of the dark desert floor
    did fade with the plummet of the Sun
    and the red heat ebbed in the twilight,
    the blue stars twinkled in the nightlight,
    the brown sand shifted in the moonlight

    Two mice did run, run, run

    thru a deep, deep gully of an upslant hill,
    over sand in the night sublime,
    their hearts beat faster in the lost light
    from impending disaster of a fright night
    by the claws of an Owl now in midflight

    as its wings sliced the air from behind.

    But as Warrior Mice hunting on the hot desert sand
    and designed for evasive speeds,
    they flickered thru shadows of the night time,
    criss-crossed the black road's white line,
    confused the Owl's sight line

    bringing food for their young 'uns needs.

    And the orange and gold of the bright desert floor
    were the paints of the Dawn's display
    as the mice peeked once at the daylight
    thru the sweltering heat that was airtight
    while the sand grew hot in the sunlight

    and the Owl waited close of the day.

    Only echoes in the wind from the dark green forest
    heard the poachers in their boots making thuds,
    crushing twigs that snapped in the noon hour,
    setting snares camouflaged by the day flowers,
    laying traps under limbs in the tree towers,

    whispered sounds near the desert in the dust.

    There the drip, drop colors of a sun fused night
    closed the day spilling indigo and black
    on the sounds and the silences of evening,
    on the shadows of the forest life teeming,
    on the dark light of desert dust sleeping

    waiting dawn's next day coming back.

    Then the orange and the gold, and the dark desert floor
    all faded with the plummet of the Sun
    and the red heat ebbed in the twilight
    while the blue stars twinkled in the nightlight.
    When the brown sand shifted in the moonlight
    ,
    Two mice did run, run, run.

    HH
     
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    watzinaname Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Seems as though these warriors have their work cut out for them. And what a truly beautiful portrait you've painted as a backdrop for this story. Flow on.
     
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    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    colorful worriors in the mist wit a heavy duity ahead
    flow on brutha tyte
     
  4. Harry Hyman

    Harry Hyman Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Thanks Watz and Rich. I'm very glad you enjoyed this and thanks for your comments. HH
     
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    most welcome my brutha it hit like notes in the night
     
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