Their World, Not Ours (free verse) <br /> <br />Watching the doves and chickadees <br />From my patio, <br /> looking into another wild world <br />Wishing them to alight, <br />Like my parakeets, on my finger <br />Bringing back a precious memory <br />From my youth… <br /> <br />Out of the shade of the dense forest <br />And into a glade of soft grass <br />An unexpected dale of tranquility <br />Sun shining warmly through natures skylight <br />Into their world, <br /> not ours <br /> <br />My gun at rest on my shoulder <br /> eyes gazing in wonder <br />At this shallow valley, a sunlit Eden <br />within an Eden, with paw worn trails <br />To den entrances, <br />leading to their homes <br /> <br />My hunting partner follows and halts <br />staring with wide eyes at the beauty <br />At the sanctity of it all <br /> Rests his gun on shoulder as did I <br />And we see rays of sunlight piercing <br />As if through windows of a sylvan cathedral <br /> <br /> <br />Small saplings around glades edge <br />With small, white bones, adorning their branches <br />Placed by Vixens acting as exterior decorators <br />Exercising feral Feng Shui <br />Soft grass flattened in places <br />As if plush carpets for their kits to lie on <br /> <br />We walk to the center and gaze in wonder <br />Guns shouldered and forgotten <br />Slowly turn in religious rotation <br />No words are spoken <br />This is their world <br /> not ours <br /> <br />We are in someone else’s home <br />feeling strangely guilty, yet glad <br />That such a place as this exists, and <br />exists as if man <br />did not exist at all <br /> <br /> <br />Feeling as if anointed or blessed <br /> We smile at one another <br /> and we turn, as one, <br />again, without a word spoken <br /> We nod to each other and leave <br /> <br />Leaving nothing disturbed in that place <br />while taking away only stolen memories <br />To savor later on <br />Pleasurable contraband? Yes and no. <br /> <br />A gift from them <br />For leaving them alone, <br /> in fond remembrance, <br />In their world, <br /> not ours<br /><br />David Whalen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/their-world-not-ours/
