Graceful beauty dwells, through forests dark and green.

Flaming fur flows fluently, elegantly:

Queen of the Night

Eyes blaze back an ambient light.

Touched by magnificence

and flirtatious brilliance,

your midnight stripes create majestic resilience.

Fangs and claws and cunning growling,

beauty is carnivorous prowling.

Oh shimmering splendour within site!

Awe inspiring intensity and might!

And then, the weakest of them all:

A Man, brings beauty to a fall.

Blood stained fur on forest floor

And a spiritless trophy on the wall.

April 2002

Thou art dead.
A corpse in a casket.
May as well be...
Your emotionless heart emits in pungency
a death-filled, heartless odour
Hyena after a kill?

Oh the maggots! Right on time.
Flustering, feasting, having a field day.

One is left with only hope.
Hope is all that will remain
That where once your heartless, rotting corpse decayed,
a thousand daisies will still grow,
to present your brand new day.

2 January, 2001