F. Mary Callan - The Not So Dead Poet

THE SIXTH DAY

19:17, 19 August 2008

After A Long Absence . . !

SIXTH DAY

The sea, the sky, and now, dry land to fill
With life that walks or jumps or crawls or swings:

Skin, or fur, or scales,
Hooves, or claws, or nails,
Grasping paws, or waving tails:
Wherever the opportunity, life clings.

Food and fun and cuddles,
Strength, excitement, muddles,
Hunting games and happy huddles;
Courtship, family life:
All, achievement brings.