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Will Rhyme Member
since 2006-05-22
Posts 149 |
Autumn colored eyes flash in the fog choked bird-hop. Whisper-feet drum the timber trussed trail and the long, lean, powerful body ripples as a sail that turns into the morning. Curve of claw and truth of tooth hold sway; a steaming spray of bovine blood forks free, but, it's the stain of mother's eyes on me that turns into the mourning. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
A painful read. I mourn all blood spilled, and chose years ago to eat a vegetarian diet. But I did enjoy that curve of claw line. |
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Ella Blue Junior Member
since 2006-05-26
Posts 47 |
love! It's beautiful,and appropriately respectful. I could almost feel the downward whoosh. I was born vegetarian, so never chose it for the animal issue. I probably would have started eating meat as I grew older and out of the house, except I saw a documentary that mimicked your poem and I couldn't get the eyes of the calves out of my mind. Well done in a small amount of verse, thank you  |
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Ella Blue Junior Member
since 2006-05-26
Posts 47 |
I just realized that it sounded like I meant a documentary about humans slaughtering animals, and it was actually the "life chain" of animals and predators..ackkk Sorry. |
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