Wednesday, May 27, 2009

High Anxiety

Beautiful blue,
His evasive moods,
With eyes askew,
Tiptoes towards food.

He lies undisturbed,
In the eye of this,
Great hurricane.

Timid tranquil soul,
Caught in a whirlwind,
Of human control.
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