Dragons in the Gum Tree Grove

Absent

My dwarves and elves have gone to war.
My unicorns have gone to sea.
I leave the house and lock the door
to roam the fields.  The cattle lick
their salt, not caring you're not with me.
I monitor the wind for talk
the amber grasses may be sharing.
They whisper in unfamiliar tongues.
I look upward.  A wheeling hawk
searches the ground for rodents daring
the afternoon.  He folds his wings
and falls to strike some hapless mouse.
You, for whom I sang my songs,
have left me in an empty house.

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Updated last on:  2001/06/03