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Lawrence Hall, HSG
Mhall46184@aol.com

                   I’m Proud of My Childless Cat Lady Daughter

Some call her a childless cat lady
At work the staff call her “Doctor”
Dead deer on the street

Six. Vultures on the roadside.

Not fazed when cars pass

Feed on deer carcass complete

Vultures stay till street is clean


A Tanka Haiku
Five lines  31 syllables
Pattern 5-7-5-7-7



Inspired song
1) The eagle and the hawk John Denver
2) The music in you by John Denver
In Northern California, there’s lots of wild animals with that comes The cleanup crew. Vultures are patient ravenous creatures that fly in groups. They sit in the trees nest on the side of the bank of the road and wait for the animal to die.
They take turns having their full Unphased by passing cars. They fiercely guard their food. Amazingly, the smell of a dead animal is completely gone before they leave. this took two days before they were onto the next meal.
Now the rainbow democrats gnash their teeth
And roll their wicked eyes like souls possessed.
Obama and crew, ruling from beneath
Recall the crimes they have not yet confessed.
What they hailed as light now turns to shadow.
(Immigrants eat cats in Colorado . . .)

Heaven mocks hell—it’s contradictory:
Your dank Egyptian darkness is our light!
Your suicidal rage, our victory
Memes poke fun at neurotic left-wing fright.
Your socialistic plans are placed on hold,
While faith increases value more than gold.

Unfit to line the cage of colored fowl
Who twitter on, enraged, in revolution,
White man’s rag, that useless Constitution,
Could save the republic. Let jackals howl . . .
Our founders planned for such an urgency
Now put to trial in an emergency.
Donald McRonald and Karmela Harrison
will SAVE our nation!
Let's get together and sing KUMBAYA.
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What are our lives for? But to reveal our maker,
If we try too hard, we end up highlighting the faker.
Taken off path and into uncertainty, we copy
Others to fit in and minimise the ill feelings of being a nobody.
But it's not too late; turn back around and seek,
Another vision; your authentic self, even if she is meek.
For, one day she will grow tall; into herself once more,
She will be stronger, as she releases the angst from her ankles and pain from her core.
Masterpieces take time, discovery and delight,
Open your eyes and welcome new sight.
The path may not be what you dreamed - but it may be better;
Sweeter, freer, costlier.
But Yours.
Between the blacks of bending trees
I meet the moon at in betweens
I glimpse her glories, wild and worn
Aglow atop a stirring storm

Oh breathing birches blown about
Beneath her silver silence
Beyond the fields I farthest see
Along the dark horizon

There the hymns of heavy winds
Beyond the blown and gloomy leas
Where ghostly grass and rushing reeds
Dance darkly 'round my falling feet
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