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| Desert Iguana, photo by Alan Marshall (c) 2007 |
The sun creeps far too slowly
across the boscish flats
dotted with remnants of
ancient volcanic endeavors
No growth no breath
Even the wind hesitates
Far beyond lay the hills
Eroded through eons
of forced neglect
Carved out caves
Supply shelters
For shadowy creatures
Spotted and dry
Watchful and alert
Twelve hours hence
The moon will rise
The heat escape
Terra’s greedy grasp
And shadowy creatures
will scurry among
the cool night rocks
Grateful for the darkness
Thirsty for sustenance
Unaware of love
Cold blooded creatures
Living only for themselves
They know what it is
to be scorched
And dare not
Repeat
the experience.
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