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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
TAWNY KINGS IN LIMBO In the twilight and the twittering dawn
My life goes flitting like a spotted fawn.
A scent of something stalks the tall, dry grass-
The fragrance of the rain-I come; I pass.
Acacia thorn and zigzag lightning rend
And scratch their whistling way into the wind.
Ant-castles silhouette the fire-swept plains
Where tawny kings in limbo shake their manes.
The clouds collapse; musk mixes with the breeze.
Birds dart into the hard-knot of the trees.
A vulture’s wing is passed across the sun.
Blood stirs to surly muscle on the run.
The lion scans the landscape as it lies,
His dignity indifferent to the flies.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
TAWNY KINGS IN LIMBO In the twilight and the twittering dawn
My life goes flitting like a spotted fawn.
A scent of something stalks the tall, dry grass-
The fragrance of the rain-I come; I pass.
Acacia thorn and zigzag lightning rend
And scratch their whistling way into the wind.
Ant-castles silhouette the fire-swept plains
Where tawny kings in limbo shake their manes.
The clouds collapse; musk mixes with the breeze.
Birds dart into the hard-knot of the trees.
A vulture’s wing is passed across the sun.
Blood stirs to surly muscle on the run.
The lion scans the landscape as it lies,
His dignity indifferent to the flies.