Patti Masterman

I'M A Stealer - Poem by Patti Masterman

I'm a stealer, stealing words
Like cheating at cards,
Over the back fence.

Clap your hands to a fake win;
Turn behind you, look quick-
Quick as a silver fox.

Lightning striking again,
Like a dead rattlesnake's head
When it’s least expected.

Don't leave your virgin words
Alone with the wolverines;
There are eyes in the woods.

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  • Sandra Martyres (5/3/2011 2:37:00 PM)

    enjoyed this one Patti, especially the advice about the woods (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, June 4, 2011

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