Poetry / BOUNTY (Analysis)

for P.E.T.A.

Amidst the shadow

past the meadow,

slick and sparkling new;

a babe awaits

her quarried mother,

anxious, cold and blue.

Gone for good,

as fate would have it-

never to appear;

Mother's angel

mourns her loss,

in Heaven's hallowed tears.

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by TDJanke

7/08

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December 31, 2008

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