AT THE WATER'S EDGEA Poem by andrew mitchell
As the dragonfly skims over the lake
The silvery hue of the moon awakes Shimmering, ripples reflecting moon Lake's little wildlife sing out of tune. Night's little orchestra, wings ablaze Look at the line up! They're all sex-crazed. Listen! I hear little voices.... Come on over! Under my wing Start to undress We'll have a fling. No! Come here Sweetie Lets just mate Come shy boy! Before its too late. While others sing: Hurry! Hurry! Before sunrise. Bigger folk will eat us You'll be so surprised. Nature's little bonkers making love sounds Chirping, stomping over moon-lit ground All mating to a different drum Sounds so deafening; united they hum. With an all for one; sex crazed orgy Nature's little bonkers... all in their glory.
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7 Reviews Added on March 30, 2015 Last Updated on April 2, 2015 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..Writing
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