Silhouettes of perfection
mirrored in the moon's reflection
As they dance across the plain.
Sheets of grass are crisp with dew
From the condensation
caused by the concentration
of their gaze.
Blind to the life they draw
they are stopped only by thunderous applause
from the voyeurs of their strain
Horns shattering the silence of an intimate exchange.
Excited by the very motion of the living.
The color of their exsistance change.
Any misgiving and the other will find where fury preys.
Nov 24, 2012
Nov 24, 2012 at 2:35 AM UTC
Silhouettes of perfection
mirrored in the moon's reflection
As they dance across the plain.
Sheets of grass are crisp with dew
From the condensation
caused by the concentration
of their gaze.
Blind to the life they draw
they are stopped only by thunderous applause
from the voyeurs of their strain
Horns shattering the silence of an intimate exchange.
Excited by the very motion of the living.
The color of their exsistance change.
Any misgiving and the other will find where fury preys.
© November 24th, 2012 by Timothy R brown. All rights reserved.
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