by | Sep 16, 2009 | Poetry | 0 comments

Skeins of snow white geese
Pure against the winter sky
Fly in formation.

Crocodiles submerge
Hunting with periscope eyes,
Waiting for wildebeest.

Clouds knit together
Full of gathering moisture
January gloom.

Steel- grey eyes; focused
Grey Wolf watches from the shadows
As does his namesake.


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