Open fire...
Hens in a hurry
leap in the heat
crackling and cursing
the hearth...
Butterflies flicker
in colours of warmth
lifting the
embers above...
Suddenly seagulls
soar straight aloft
as roosters race
in the red...
Lions and leopards
lunge at their prey
as it dissolves
into smoke..
Joy Weare,
7th August, 2010.
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