after I parked my car to see a skunk all shiny clean from the night rain feeding in the snow covered lawn and watched it for a minute then got out of my car we looked at each other for another minute. Maybe we were wondering what we wanted to say, hello, and of course me being me I did. I turned and walked away and it continued to feed. I can’t think about rotting things or flesh falling off bone right now but your poem or rather that there was a comment attracted me and I doubt anybody can say it better than Cat :) May I add - true poetry !
Mark
Yes
Ageing is no picnic. Excellent poem.
Always, Cat
thanks!
thank you for saying so, I appreciate your having read this.
When I looked up
after I parked my car to see a skunk all shiny clean from the night rain feeding in the snow covered lawn and watched it for a minute then got out of my car we looked at each other for another minute. Maybe we were wondering what we wanted to say, hello, and of course me being me I did. I turned and walked away and it continued to feed. I can’t think about rotting things or flesh falling off bone right now but your poem or rather that there was a comment attracted me and I doubt anybody can say it better than Cat :) May I add - true poetry !
Mark
thanks!
always a pleasure to see you drop by, Mark.
I want to thank you for the spontaneity there, what an image. Reminds me of something I’ve read once.
bones never ask
they have no choice but to let it go :)
Mark
enjoyed the last lines a
enjoyed the last lines a lot. very good short poem :)
fragile things: take flight!
I appreciate that, thank
I appreciate that, thank you!
The
bones never ask, tremendous-pink
I really....
…like the closing lines of this piece. Nice job.
~Lynn (Jess K.)
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