Rich Harney Poems

Black - capped Kingfisher
Tomorrow of beak!
East little fellow,
Bold purple streak.
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A monarch fluttered up and passed
A viceroy similar.
Each a merry wanderer,
Down a southern stir.
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Please tell Time ; I wanted to court her,
Tell him; the old fashion way.
With daisies at noon
I stole from a meadow,
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I ask a little Daffodil,
Does anybody see?
Six upon a trumpet,
a quaint ecology.
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As to the talking oceans,
Hear it.
As to the listening wood,
Say it.
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A moment I stood on the precipice,
An hour I stood at last,
Imagination has an eternity
slips defines of past.
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A rabbit glanced at me, Hello!
Then down his labyrinth
I so in want of chase eschewed
Knife and fork and spoon.
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I sat in a meadow
with a lark by the name
I ask him —
Dear fellow,
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Said a lonely saucer - so,
Less its only friend,
How quiet are my ramparts,
And measureless my rim.
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On my cottage window
A feathered friend alights
Baffled by an image,
tempted by delights.
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