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brandon nagley Jun 2015
Ferine ferdelance Gambol's to mine weeping
Tallon's of reaping
Taketh all goodness left from me......
Canst one seeith? The fluorescence that flicker's inside me......
Canst anyone heareth?
Miñe galvano screech!!!!

Tis,
Regular's twas I was not meant for,
For the store closed long ago!!!!!

For any angelic hosts....
For noone just good writing (:
MichingMallecho Feb 2019
(A CHILDRE'S SHORT STORY)

CHARACTERS:

MALE ANIMALS
______

RACOON                                                      HERMES
MOUNTAIN CAT                                          LEONIDAS
A RAVEN                                                      POE
WHITE RABBIT                                            GLUSKAP

HOUSE DOGS:
(A)GERMAN SHEPARD                                ODIN
(B)PIT BULL                                                  VILI
(C)ROTT WEILER                                          VE

FEMALE  ANIMALS:
_______

BROWN BEAR (CUB)                                     KALI
BABY OPOSSUM                                            ANDALUSIA
HAWK                                                             HATHOR
RABBIT                                                           GANYMEDE

HOUSE CATS:                                                HILDA
                                                                       PHYLLUS

NEIGHBORHOOD PARROTS                         PSITTACINE
TENTATIVE DRAFT OF CHILDREN'S SHORT STORY
[ANIMALS AS METAPHOR OF HUMANITY]
A COMPENDIUM OF  ANIMALS AND  THEIR NAMES
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Ferine ferdelance Gambol's to mine weeping;
Tallon's of reaping, taketh all goodness left from me.

Canst one seeith?
The light that speaketh inside me?
Canst anyone heareth?
Mine galvano scream's?

Tis,
Regular's twas I whom was not meant for,
For the store hath a stock of regulars;

Yet none angelic being's
To host mine table......


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Old poetry
Elexer Dec 2015
Old longings nomadic leap,
Chafing at custom's chain;
Again from its brumal sleep
Wakens the ferine strain.
Jack London

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