Seconds wait on a clock awakening Some hours will end before my night is done Working, thinking, just making a living Rest only comes with my mind on the run
Faraway coyotes howling their jive Rest does not come as slow moon arises Waiting, watching, trying to stay alive Care only takes what caution surmises
A cry in the wild followed by silence Hungry predatious eyes gleam in the night Resting, sleeping, now safely in my trance Time is quiescence 'till day comes to light
Everything is moving and staying still A newborn calf a'tasting nimble will
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Posted: Jul 2012
About this poem:
Trying to imagine a life of cowboys watching over a herd of cattle at night on a western prairie.
Hi, Yankee4you, Hungry predatious eyes gleam in the night... I love this line, particularly, predatious eyes. It sonnetizes the predator into another one of nature's songs.
FellsmanLake District, Cumbria, England UKJul 28, 2012
Hi Yankee
You make unconventional use of metaphor in penning this insightful write, yet another fine sonnet.
Regards
Bill
RedexNorthumberland, England UKJul 28, 2012
I enjoyed your watching, yes eyes gleam in the dark do frighten You would have made an interesting cowboy
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Hungry predatious eyes gleam in the night... I love this line, particularly, predatious eyes. It sonnetizes the predator into another one of nature's songs.
You make unconventional use of metaphor in penning this insightful write, yet another fine sonnet.
Regards
Bill
You would have made an interesting cowboy