A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.

but aren't they all random?

Sunday, September 29, 2019

slow pace

Deer
are remarkably stupid
fucking creatures, or
maybe they were fine the way they were
but the world just got so fast.
The new predators aren't interested
in your flesh, dear.
They hate
to crash, rend and tear
into you.
But you keep
crossing through the world,
at a blithe, slow pace
like the worst thing you had
to worry about
was wolves.

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