Ode to a little wonder
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francis_bede Author of Bad Clergy and other poetics.
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Oh sweet little creature what is left of you will be gore; When torn apart by garrotting crows; Relishing your crushed carcass; But I hope you're not seen as a victim a bastard deed; No, it was an accident; I came near you too fast;

Ode to a little wonder

Oh sweet little creature what is left of you will be gore; When torn apart by garrotting crows; Relishing your crushed carcass; But I hope you're not seen as a victim a bastard deed; No, it was an accident; I came near you too fast;

And startled, you dashed off blindly; Oh sweetest little wonder; Your lifeless eyes cast a still gaze toward the stars; Was it not I that hopped and fed? Am I really struck down dead? Had my insides truly bled? Am I and my maker, forever wed?

Yes to all, sweetest little one; Yes to all.

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