Rondeau (experiment)

Caution! I’m beginning to play with a 13th century French poetic form. Read with care!!—

“On The Border”

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Beneath early autumn sun

Across crystal azure skies

A solitary owl flies

And tiny, frightened, vermin run,

Homeward, nightly battle done.

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Under ever watchful eyes

Beneath desert morning sun 

Frightened desperate people run

From the torture and the cries

As the wounded die beneath.

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From high above the “shining” shun,

Mouthing, loudly, lofty lies

As, far below, the “vermin” flies

Hiding from the haughty gun,

And gilded boot they shy beneath.

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