Nothing gets near
to this scavenger
it’s too hungry
eating trash
while it stares
at wild game
desiring a creative kill
green fields of sheep
ignored
barren deserts of death
calling
it howls
with its heart
for something
it hears
what’s inside
it wants
to be filled.
You had previously provided me with the permission to share poetry of yours, so I went ahead and shared this one here…
https://grumpysgiftspoetry.org/2020/05/11/a-creative-coyote-intellectual-shaman/
Let me know if you have any objections. Peace.
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Hi grumpy gorman, I’m stoked that you like my poetry!!! You can share my poetry anytime. It’s a pleasure to have people reading my stuff. Many thanks. -Andy
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Ok, thanks for clarifying.. I thought so but you know what they say about memory and that 30% memory recall accuracy rate.. 😉 All the best.
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Thanks, you too. Good luck with your writing!
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Also a very creative poem. Very original. I enjoyed reading.
My greetings
Manuel
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I’m glad you liked it Manuel. Thanks for reading! 🙂 -Andy
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You are welcome Andy
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This is coincidental timing for the poem. My husband and I were awakened in the middle of the night last night by some serious coyote howling. Something in the air?
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It could be some cosmic connection going on! 🙂
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🙂
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