<Prompt 6: Write a Perspective Poem about a person who works at or visits a place you like to visit. I don’t really go anywhere much at all. I like to be at the farm, so I am writing my perspective poem about someone who visits Goldfinch Farm.>
I walk when grey dusk is upon us
night–grey as my fog-colored fur
quietly creeping
stealing so silently
through the dried grasses
over the hill
Dusk, when the day-folk have gone away
out of the fields and away from the woods edge
night-folk come foraging
searching for sustenance
gleaning the harvest
left in the fields
What is that? Scent of cat
up a tree, suddenly
whisk foot, white foot
I stand frozen in moonshadows
The owl is hunting over in the oak grove
raccoon rustles through the last field of corn
eyes agleam in moonlight
silver fur like starlight
sniff and scratch and nibble
homeward I wander
Gratitude List:
1. Editing and revising
2. Compassion
3. Perspective
4. Eating with friends at the picnic table under the sycamore
5. Listening
May we walk in Beauty.
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