Stalker for m lady siddartha beth

sonnet

 

 

 

Stalker.

 

The opalescent mists of dawn

within their luminosity.

Conceal a roe deer and her fawn

 from idle curiosity.

But shutterbugs will wait all night

 for such an opportunity.

To photograph for our delight

the kind of scene we seldom see.

Recording for posterity

 with digital technology

invading family privacy.

I think perhaps forgivably.

There is no reason for alarm

this kind of stalker does no harm.

 

29-Apr-08

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