Fascinations Poem by james watkin

Fascinations



Startlish, wildly streaking
Across Temper's veld
Up til when of the next
Un-heard of roar felled
Here come, louded spotted
Its cats. What were made
First evadeless soon lie
Purring in the shade.

Sunday, December 29, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: curiosity
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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