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This Place of Solitude Serene
What will I see when I am me today?
Who will see me where I go anyway?
So many friends in the sky, on the ground
Some watch me sit and scoot round and round.
Some days I see a dragonfly with wings so frail
And big tough butterflies hiding from the hail.
Then my eyes see a picture of me
Looking to see what all there is of me.
Where will I walk today with soldiers marching?
Maybe dragons fighting with scaly backs arching.
Growling, howling, and two wolves' heads pop up
Then I wake to see it's "Jumper" my little white pup.
Why do I have to leave this home of solitude?
Where war, killing, hurting or abuse is ever the mood.
I love my solitude this place of solace so serene
I could live here forever just sleeping on a moonbeam.
© 2017 Kenneth Avery