A poem from the past (updated):
Day of Fright
As we enter into the night
With a continual diminishing of light
We contemplate the news that we received today
That our Soaring Feather has gone away
For such a loss of a guiding hand
To all the poets in the Lair that form a tiny band
We liken it to that of a boat that has no steering
In a poetry sea with thunderous waves careening
We wish as lost souls that our Feather would not depart
For she has a special place in our heart
As for me, I am being selfish
For I give her a “Good Luck” wish
NY Attitude 08/31/2008