Stephen Brian Brady

Freshman - 710 Points (07 10 1937 / Lancashire England)

Walking The Dog - Poem by Stephen Brian Brady

a butterfly didn't flap a wing
but maybe if it had
and the grebe had held it's breath
below the surface
as the the river stopped it's flow
when the dog-leads intertwined

would they have paused to find
that dog-walking
was the last thing on their minds

but it all passed by as unthink
a moment out of sync

and there as a still-born aftermath
it lay unnoticed
curled-up on the path.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 11, 2012

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