A fledgling thought flows
through the branches
as a memory paces
across the ground,
crunching leaves
and twigs with
every heavy foot pound.
"To see them
in their natural habitat
is truly the best"
"No contest,
I've only ever seen them
in a cage, but here they can nest
and create a world
where they deserve to be"
As hope swoops through the trees,
swinging from vines of time,
dangling precariously
from the thinnest of branches,
it sings out its call,
a sound echoing all around,
a message to all. Beware...
A herd of unfinished
love letters strides in,
to the sound of avalanches,
dumbfounded looks upon
their tear-stained faces.
A roar erupts
as loud as thunderstorms
on a silent night.
The king of the jungle.
The beast who feasts
on all, young and old,
big or small.
Striking them cold.
As the lone doubt walks in,
licking lips, hungry to taste,
to bring a wave of emptiness
to the normally restful space.
The beast of doubt,
the king of the jungle shouts,
and the rest scatter in a matter
of seconds
"Aww, they look so sad"
"They just wish for
what they could have had.
It's hard to be a lover
in a world full of hate,
it’s a hard world to navigate
when doubt lurks in wait"
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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