Sally Plumb Plumb

Veteran Poet - 1,113 Points (23 9 1940 / Haverhill Suffolk England)

Reynard - Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb

You've killed my chickens,
Reynard.
Before the light of day
you slyly ambled into their house
and stole their lives away.

My dutiful, fat brown hens
that wandered free always,
their necks half chewed
and feathers spread
where on the ground they lay.

Reynard, you are beautiful
but I promise you one day
I'll wear your coat
across my back -
It's a sorry game we play.

Sally Plumb


Comments about Reynard by Sally Plumb Plumb

  • Silver Star - 4,038 Points Diane Hine (2/18/2012 8:47:00 AM)

    Great example of the interplay between empathy and pragmatism. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 27, 2009



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