The Coyote chases prey
its fur, matted where it lay
The Clown holds court and
the law is left to sway
as though he won’t have his day
The Trickster is King
and havoc he will bring
as we succumb to lay
much like cattle down on hay
The Jackal cackles
as the Dingo takes the babes
to slay
All Hail
All Hail
There’s nothing left to say
Unless we pray that
the Chariot comes our way.
©Barbara Harris Leonhard@extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog
Images: pixabay.com
Perfect !!
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Thank you, Andy!
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Excellent!
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Thank you, Nico. Blessings!
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🙂 Blessings to you!
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I love how your rhyming has depth to it….not an easy feat! But it is sweet. 🙂
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Thanks! ❤️
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