My good friend and newly inspired poet Terry Feingold wrote the following poem that I think is worth a ponder …
Woolly Mammals
by Terry Feingold
I sit, before me
Loosely clothed of garments soaked,
Well-read thoughts, some memories,
Some doubtful.
I lay, from within
We speak of melting,
Tomorrow knowing, today comes ghastly,
Meteoric troubled times.
Standing comes easily,
As one from afar, no future,
Not only tusks of power,
But of gird.
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