The trees are leaving; <br />lurched away; <br />heading magnetic north; <br />sap cooled <br />and cold. <br /> <br />The elms, <br />uproot themselves; <br />and go. <br /> <br />Shade is gone. <br />The house is warm less; <br />night prolonged. <br /> <br />I see birds laboring west <br />unclear and direction-less. <br /> <br />Nature's abandonment <br />is profound. <br /> <br />I see no humming bird <br />at the outside feeder <br />now for weeks. <br />A tragedy. <br /> <br />Sorrow is a hoof-less stag, <br />the stunted bud on the flowerless tree, <br />the wind that weeps. <br /> <br />The bad air is Grey Green <br /> <br />'Beware of Smart Apes <br />wielding intelligence <br />uncontrolled.' <br /> <br />Hope is the mutantcy <br />which may overcome Smart Ape Tendencies- <br />how likely <br />how unlikely <br />much depends <br />upon the answer <br />to the query.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/smart-apes/
