David L. Wilson

(Pembroke Pines, Florida)

Sonnet 4 - Poem by David L. Wilson

"Why are thee crying?" She then said to me,
Thou tales of angels my heart can not bear.
My old soul corrupts, decayed form indeed;
My dead eyes turn to dust from her bright stare
My Grand little girl then climbs on my chair,
As I fall to sleep a sweet song she sings.
My soul flies to a Kitten unaware,
Its soul departed so its life I bring,
I open new eyes to see her take me,
"Daddy it's pop pop" she proclaims, "Meow!"
The adults that she tells smile sheepishly.
I bring forth my claws and my eyes be aflame;
For in this life I shall be not hollow,
and thy rats that draw near her I shall swallow!


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003



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