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Keith J Collard
Poems
Apr 5
Artic Squirrel
Ah, only to be an artic squirrel,
To sleep till the cold sword past,
Dreaming of green--
Below that cold artic slash.
Only rousing self when the sword hits my sleep,
It pierces my burrow,
Slaying the colors and the maiden,
With its merciless degree.
Ah, to awake to darkness, but with light coming from the door,
The cold sword is sheathed,
And my dreams are restored.
Written by
Keith J Collard
42/M/Dedham, MA
(42/M/Dedham, MA)
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