#300 - we creaturely

 

                                         

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we creaturely

 

the trumpets back

the so told rain

here bright

up and guess

whistle for a mate

look in the trees

 

no one ever came out of a book

 

we creaturely

tiptoe touch

and tender

maintain a stain

keep whiff

flaunt the means of course

 

imagine a country where

old fashioned worlds

made with spare time

nests and underthings

sly

stay hidden

 

and play a little game

not rules but as we go along

ever fearful

much forsaken

 

flesh to bite

all orifice and appetite

 

machine for taking breath

from whom?

 

and little rounded come

it’s often far inside we are

 

we other side the sky

glimpse to catch selves at

 

all look at me

none do

while others trail off underleaf

and carry on the family business

 

then here’s a lovely livid line

 

we back from the brink

or sadly…  to dot

we of the arrow spent

 

creaturely

ashamed of having wished

no one misses

but anyway take a shot

 

carried the prize off in my beak

say prey

 

and cosy up

cannot have known the meaning

 

still sometimes have the floor

salute

 

o bright display

and feathered to the nines

 

other ended

come cartwheel

 

but I wrapped myself around the question

 

and sometimes close enough

do you read me here?

 

ahead of my time

here pause for

 

come undermist

and creep

 

we creaturely

must curl toes

last symphony

and goes like this

we all can hum along