No Still Life Poem by Leo Yankevich

No Still Life

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Marvel at the moon
resting on the gate,
feeding on ripe apples,
drinking midnight dew.

Giant eyes of owls
follow their small prey.
White hares in the brush
resurrect the leaves

Monday, April 4, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: moon
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Leo Yankevich

Leo Yankevich

Farrell, Pennsylvania
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