Commingling Harmony Poem by Uloia Norris Moore

For lack of comprehension
misrepresentation
unable to understand
simplistic voice so

Said paths of bricks fork
in the road

Could't recognize loving
garden in shade view
landscape trees
abound
high around

Birds filled with sound
Bald eagle returns
to nest with feed
for her young

Hawk riding thermal draft
seeking said same

For there about competition
yes no fight
dishonesty not their way
no clouds can obscure
such things as they

To those whom watch
for the sake of others
no doubts simple
is all that I am

The aforementioned fork
I now have reached
no tranquility in such
choice

I know the correct fork
is all I do hope now
for let it all hope not be
for nought