comes the warning, still the same
the scarlet of a stranger shame
no respite in a fast reprieve;
tease, what hide you up your sleeve?
too feral to make tame
faces tire of this game
the clay-made men, those born of flame
are left in dust and fast to grieve
comes the warning
clarion voice made cold and lame
calls its cry, the curlew came
above in gray his words deceived
decrees what cannot be achieved
swift motion meant to claim
comes the warning
YOU ARE READING
Poems for Peculiar Children
PoetryThis is a second anthology of my more whimsical and curious poems. They aren't so much for children, though anyone can read them!
