Patti Masterman

My Heart Is A Braying Beast - Poem by Patti Masterman

My heart is a braying beast
That will not listen reason;
On its bones, I'd like to feast,
A full March out of season.

My heart no rare hunter is,
To prey unwary creatures;
But more it waits, alone like this-
For some, to sew its sutures.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 22, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, April 23, 2012

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