One Single Impression: Evening
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At Evening Time
When evening comes I feel
compelled to call the dogs.
Like back at home on the farm
we coerced the chickens into
their coop when evening came.
And do you know that Mother
would would call me
in from play when evening came?
The dogs could get lost in the dark
as dogs just don't see so good at night.
The coyotes would feast--three chickens
a night if we didn't get them in.
Mother worried always when
I was out at night. Even now she does.
The dogs and the chickens and the little folk
what they have in common
is a need they do not know.
A need for safety from the bad of night.
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At Evening Time
When evening comes I feel
compelled to call the dogs.
Like back at home on the farm
we coerced the chickens into
their coop when evening came.
And do you know that Mother
would would call me
in from play when evening came?
The dogs could get lost in the dark
as dogs just don't see so good at night.
The coyotes would feast--three chickens
a night if we didn't get them in.
Mother worried always when
I was out at night. Even now she does.
The dogs and the chickens and the little folk
what they have in common
is a need they do not know.
A need for safety from the bad of night.
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posted by Jim @ 1/28/2011 08:50:00 PM
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