Wednesday, February 28, 2018

Upon Seeing a Shrew Beneath an Oak Tree - poem

Lawrence Hall
mhall46184@aol.com

Upon Seeing a Shrew Beneath an Oak Tree

No, no, not your teacher of high-school maths
But an animal so tiny it doesn’t belong
In this harsh world; rather in a fairyland
To live among our childhood imaginings

With spectacles upon its handsome nose
And tiny, delicate, artistic paws
And a fine grey coat, it looks exactly like
A little old man at home with his books

Dozing, dreaming beside his little fire
And never working out the sum of pi

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