"Menace in the Clouds"

There was a school of angel fish
Only three remain
It looks as though they will not make it
Before the coming rain
That big crocodile waits patiently
For them to come his way
It looks as though he's going to have
Those angel fish today
But wait here comes a gust of wind
As I sit upon this log
The crocodile is changing
Into a harmless frog
It looks as though the fish are smiling
Maybe all along they knew
The crocodile would not get them
The magic wind had told those fish
And calmed them with a clue

~Moses~
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"Silent Friend"

Bare limbed trees
October days
Auburn leaves released
The crow sentinel ponders
On quiet coldish morns
Sloughed flowers
Blankness in its stare
Such are the ways
Visitations from the corvid
Deep beauty
In the silence
Upon the window pane
From that which must refrain
Bent boughs pose
Posterior limbs reach out
Grasping in their hold
Gentle winds in cold rain
The sentinel observes
In that which remains

~Moses~
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