outside all tooth and claw,
furious brown; inside
a down comforter, hand sewn,
fluffy and warm,
tucked in on myself
for the long winter to come.
Elephants are equally appealing,
sturdy, calm, that golden eye reflective,
a round of grasses, water,
and rolling in warm mud baths
to cool the summer sun,
into the one you love;
those tusks tell of something different,
night rages, screaming battles,
no, not an elephant.
How about a violin, strings awaiting
for the bow, the music fills the air and ear,
notes streaming, harmonious,
each leading to the next, and then
set aside, to reside in memory.
Ah, now I've found my home:
words on a page,
words on your lips,
|Neatorama, Let Me Play You The Song of My People|