Long night, long day.
Screeching whistles from the bat winged harpies playing in the sun.
I swear I put a dog collar over the tree stump last week,
Wonder what happened to the dog?
I should probably go out and check,
But now it’s impossible to tell through all their beaks.
Should have embellished the points of each ear,
Small silver trellises of moonlight into nursery rhymed eyes.
C’est la vie,
I’ve got a lockjawed dedication that demands fevered lacerations,
And if they leave a few eggs on the ground for breakfast this evening –
-so much the better.
To Ink - a blog from Melting Neurons 
So uniquely amazing and vivid imagery you got going here.
Excellent poem. 🙂
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Jack – apologies for the long delay and thank you so much for your interest. I’m somewhat of a novice at this – let me take a look, the RSS should have been on the right side of the blog towards the bottom as a button. Can you email me directly at meltingneuronstoink@gmail.com to confirm you’ve found it.
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