Dappled shadows

Pay Yassy a visit, you’ll be glad you did.


On soundless feet, he stalks his prey
Camouflage gives reinforcement
Environment helps him slay
Blessed with a regal endorsement
With cracking roar makes his statement.

Undisputed king of his terrain
Predator that should not be enchained
From illegal poaching abstain
Their survival major campaign
To preserve, conserve and sustain.


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Working in unison.

On this blank page, as my fingers move

They make indentations in each groove

Sowing seeds between each line.


At first there are many muddled thoughts

Some, at this time will come to naught

At a future date, they will be resurrected.


In the future into poems injected

Sewn into the fabric of a page

Perhaps give comfort, even outrage.


They, like the writer will never know their fate

Until the writer sits down to relate

Then, with a sudden sharp jab of pen on page


A stage is set, a page is printed

The dark recess of the mind spilled out

A reason always to enter the darkness of the poetic mind.

(c) Chris Black. August 2018

~The Poet’s Poet~

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