Friday, April 7, 2017

poem of the day April 7


The branch
looks like a dagger
hanging up there
in the tree top
ready to drop
on each and
every car that 
drives by 
I wonder 
Does it have  plan?
A certain car
it is waiting for?
It seems so
content to be
a sinister fate
an ugly spike
up there in the sky
waving weird fear
into you and I

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