every year it's the same story
(let the 'fun' begin)


change of season

as the birds flew south
I opened my mouth
and gazed up on the leaking
roof above

wild animals took their nap
while we continue to take the crap
that daily surrounds
us humans

the moon took the sun's place
and there are no more long days
I felt
pain




Poetry by pettyodd
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Written on 2005-11-20 at 18:32

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blackestdaze
one small piece of advice: if there are birds flying over head, methinks it might be wise to keep your mouth shut.

(riotus laughter) eww. sorry for that. kiddn.

actually, i just adore your last two lines, they close it with a quiet, sad aching feeling, making the poem complete. well done.
2005-11-20