Thoughts Most Inclined After Poem by james watkin

Thoughts Most Inclined After



For strangeness these! Moths in
Undergrowth unacclaimed.
For shot light of surprise
That may dart; be proclaimed

Midst sun-frequent of wing
Flower-skipped as serene!
Not for lack of beauty
To have rarer been seen!

Net-sprung, tagged, displayed for
Exceptional stalking.
Hobby-hunter's, bushy-bent.
Stilly hours fixed on in.

Tuesday, December 3, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: poet,thought
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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