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WILD
In praise of Wild dogs
That harry the fen doe
Who would know
Their rabid frothing
Ensures wyre eddies flow
In praise of wild dogs
That never take No
Though weepy flea bitten
They write their own lines
Till the right line is written
In praise of wild dogs
That herd cattle or cats
And howl at the moon
Till the sun comes back
Praise us wild dogs
Lame and lone
Out on the moor.
That harry the fen doe
Who would know
Their rabid frothing
Ensures wyre eddies flow
In praise of wild dogs
That never take No
Though weepy flea bitten
They write their own lines
Till the right line is written
In praise of wild dogs
That herd cattle or cats
And howl at the moon
Till the sun comes back
Praise us wild dogs
Lame and lone
Out on the moor.
Published 25th Sep 2015
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25th Sep 2015 10:54am
3rd Oct 2015 11:58am
26th Sep 2015 7:27am
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26th Sep 2015 6:09pm
It is truly sad,that somehow--sometimes--the beauty of an unleashed spirit comes with a heavy sacrifice.....
My Friend, your metaphor is intriguing.....and heart-touching....your imagery so vivid---i close my eyes, and cannot only picture the wild dogs, but i can hear their haunting, mournful baying at the moon.
Praises--to be certain--for this piece!!
My Friend, your metaphor is intriguing.....and heart-touching....your imagery so vivid---i close my eyes, and cannot only picture the wild dogs, but i can hear their haunting, mournful baying at the moon.
Praises--to be certain--for this piece!!
3rd Oct 2015 12:01pm
There is a blood payment for freedom - appreciate and knew you'd empathise - sometimes there is only moonlight
26th Sep 2015 6:34pm
As JF said, bless the unharnessed spirit. Who have their own laws to abide that don't conform. Thank you for this write. I identified with this well.
3rd Oct 2015 12:02pm
Thanks DPW - sometimes I think of DZuP like those moors on the fringes of the known
30th Sep 2015 3:53am
Does anything pierce our spirit deeper than the howl of the wild in the deep of night?
Especially those from within the core of ourselves.
Especially those from within the core of ourselves.
3rd Oct 2015 12:03pm
