Shylah Clarissa Turcotte
Autumn Singer - Poem by Shylah Clarissa Turcotte
Through the trail that lies
coveted with fallen auburn leaves
The singer of the wild
watches as he grieves.
Muzzle tilted up to the sky
the canvas smeared with a thousand shades
He sings to the heavens
where the water cascades.
ever so alert
Wary of everything
never once to they divert.
with years etched into his muzzle
He knows the laws of the word
it's been so long since it was ever a puzzle.
The amber foliage
caressing his face.
Watching the pups with no mother
taking them in to fill the space.
Where his own pups once played...
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