Call me Angela
Call me the Dawn Rabbit.
The inside one,
soft and fast.
It was sad to watch; your
Wild life ether
There on the pavement’s edge.
Eight points knocked off
Clean; soft fur like my dog.
A moment like that
Is your life rushing on
In webs of thought
The slushy past
And what if futures?
Be on the road; awake
As roads are shared
Who do not see
Our armored rush.
Did you know life had value?
Yours and mine.
And also those who
Run and dream on
© Angela Bigler 2013
Feathers which have fallen at my feet
Just another way to talk to myself in public...
A blog that will explore various topics designed to educate, entertain, engage, encourage, and empower both English-speaking and Spanish-speaking readers via writing and audio-video expression.The primary vehicle of self- expression will be Poetry and Essays but other forms of writing, including fiction, will make an appearance from time to time.
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My healing journey.
A wise man says what he has thought about; A fool thinks about what he has said.
Writing by Alan Annand