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Life’s Pace

A sharp cold wind hits me in the face

An array of orange, gold, red, brown swirl around me

I hear the clickety clack of the railway track in the distance

Today life has a fast pace

A squirrel runs circles around the big oak tree

A crow cries out loud as it chases it away

The children rush home in their hats and coats to avoid the bitter wind

Life has a fast pace today

I watch in wonder as the grey skies gradually clear for golden shards of light

Then the clouds close again

A dog snuffling with its nose in leaves

Will life slow down again?

A warm rush of air as I reach my home, welcomes me to my hearth

I turn the taps in the bathroom on, a lovely soothing bath

A hot chocolate warms my hands by the fire

I have found the object of my desire

Life is slow here in this place

Life has all sorts of pace

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mocking caws

These are colors of the winter that I am seeing now

Painted with greys and whites the pictures to my tale

A tale of winter harsh and cold, of a time that’s best forgot

Of a time when I discovered, a body that morbidly rots

Along the banks of the canal, a ladies leg I saw

And I was ushered away fiercely, from the ravenous crow like caws

And I remember running, a running from that sound

I had no clue where I was going; I did not know where I was bound

I chose that moment not to tell, or speak of what I saw

And mockingly it followed, the crow with the callous caws

Why I did that I can’t tell, for fear is a funny thing

But to this day I still hear it, the mocking crow still sings

Caw, Caw, it goes all night, Caw, Caw, it goes all day

It will never leave me now, it will always stay

A punishment for cowardice, a punishment for my fear

No matter how hard I run from it, those caws I’ll always hear

I am being sent insane, a chastisement for my dread

And I will never forget this, not until I’m dead

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Caw caw in the night

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Caw, caw calls the Corvus birds of locale through the wet and windy night

Something has disturbed them, which has sent them into flight

Caw, caw their sounds seem scared

Afraid of what has come to them

Now they are despaired

Their little ones tucked up tightly in their warm and cosy nest

But it doesn’t save them, though the parents did their best

The owls of the night have come tonight

To take their babes away

For little owls need feeding

This is nature’s way

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