FeathersA Poem by Ivy
It's curious, how I'm found
I'm sure there's a messier way to do this.
The fox found the nest.
"Don't worry, I won't eat you until we get to know each other.
--So this is how it goes.
Some people find god in the trees
science in the waves.
Tell me what a shame it is
I think the goose in my playpen was a fox;
© 2011 Ivy
AboutHere's my poetry. The good, the bad, the downright horrendous. Take it for what it's worth. If you choose to critique it, be brutal. Poets of interest: William Shakespeare, E.E. Cummings, Sylvia Pla.. more..