Monday, March 29, 2010

"Jane Doe"

Jane Doe was what I named her
She was saved from sudden death
Discarded from a moving car
As nature held its breath
In the cold rain
Along that lonely road
She slept the forty miles
Until I got her home
Now she sleeps in my palm
All her worries gone
Upon my pillow she will rest
Slumbering safely from dusk to dawn

© 2010 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved


Neva Flores said...

I had a Jane Doe once, my husband saved her from a drain pipe. She was so cute and just that size. Wonderful poem!

Moses said...

This one is a bit older now but still needs to mellow out. For the time being she is wreaking havoc with the other three cats who are quite a bit older.Yet she sleeps upon the table here as I write my words.

Sumi said...

wat do i say? theres such a vulnerability in ur poems which i find smearing through my senses, deluging me..

still thinking !!! said...

nice poem moses