A candle flickers
Someone sighs
A hawk screeches
Something dies
The princess in the tower stares at the moon
The prince who would save her
Hangs from a noose
Wolves prowl the hillside
Where campers sleep in peace
The old woman in the window
Has been dead for weeks
A pigeon lands on a bench in the middle of Central Park
A cat jumps out to catch it and stop it’s beating heart
I sit by my window and write by the light of the moon
These sweet poetic stories with love from me to you
By Bonnie Jean Higgins January 9, 1995
Dreamscape Poetry 
In a Distant
Monday, December 26, 2011
They died on the backs of ponies
They rose much like grown men
They walked amidst the horses
But chose ponies once again.
— MKR
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