Dead & Cold

Dead and cold-

Cats in a cubboard

Fish in the tank

Moonbeams stroking

At the surface of the water

I am stood here-

Looking at my reflection

Away from all noise-

Brought on by you-

And your radio

Somewhere in the distance-

A wolf keeps howling-

Or could that be a Fox

Cold Blooded murderer

Eyeing up the oxen

Rain is falling down

Tears from the sky

Somewhere in heaven-

Little Angels are weeping

But, Chickens are free-

To fly like Eagles-

I can hear them -

Chuckle, Quack-

Amongst cottony clouds.. 

Reviews

[Karen Redburn]

I enjoyed this piece. Not much to decipher and definitely my favorite type of poetry. Mostly regular thoughts to describe regular events, expect for the darn chickens... what's up with them? Great poem, cheers!

[merit]

LOL thanks you
well in my head chickens wanted to be like eagles so when the died they sort of got to become eagles- welcome to my messed up brain xD

[Karen Redburn]

Hurray for the chickens! Thank you for the welcome, looking forward to more of your poetry! Cheers!!

[merit]

Thank you more in the pipeline very shortly;)
Glad to have met you and just meant to add earlier that its better to be a bit of a messed up mind rather than a straight forward one ;D

[Karen Redburn]

It says you are new. So welcome if that is the case. Nothing wrong with a messed up mind lol. I like both actually just depends on the write up. Again welcome!

[Karen Redburn]

And nice to meet you, also.

[Coyote Poetry]

You create a interesting place. I liked the visions you create. I liked the feel of real life and real thoughts. Thank you for sharing your amazing words and thoughts.
Coyote