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GHOST TRAILS
As my eyes focus in
the early dawn’s light,
A blur of gray
teases my sight.
Though, only a flicker
did my sleepy eyes see,
I smile with happiness
for the visit paid to me.
The ghost has been roaming
making his nighttime run,
He said now it was my turn
during the daylight sun.
I follow my brother’s tracks
to the remains of his prey,
I’m happy him and his family have their hunger satisfied another day.
JRS © 2-25-02
The "Okie" Poet
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