the sheep are gathered in a
pond in the back yard of my
humble abode being chased
around by the spotted beast

one sheep
child in arms
screams screachingly
the length of sound is far beyond
the thunderbolt of zeus or
freuds dream

the beast is vicious
her teeth
all drooling from deathly water
are sunken into the
fresh flesh
of sheep

beavers bounce
about the trees
the
wind sweeps their minds above the walls of wolves

the spotted beast comes

the spotted beast
the spotted beast
who is this
spotted beast
look yonder
the ground rises above the vernacular entities

dedicated enhanced and taught hurriedly

COPYRIGHT 2000 by Michael Bonanno
LOC Reg. #TXu 934-647

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about putting ponds yonder”
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