Saturday, March 3, 2012

Centaur Joe



Centaur Joe is getting old
His forelimbs ache from the cold.
She shuffles through the woods.
He still doesn't care.

Many suns and many moons.
Have passed over his meadow.
His centaur mate still grazes there.
He doesn't know why.

He stay close to his trees.
Whil his mind travels far.
He never fails to speak.
He feels younger then.

Centaur Joe is in reverie.
The lioness approaches.
He doesn't fear her.
He knows it is his time.

Centaur Joe is gone now.
His mate weeps at the loss.
The trees shed their leaves
In honor of his passing

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