by Zach Atteberry
Here are some more Zach Poems:
Hope – is the thing with claws!
The tree sparkles with glint lights,
Presents are gone unwrapped,
Christmas spirit has gone this year–
Where has my soul been entrapped?
This white Christmas.
The icy snow, the freezing slope
Cold as my heart —
dying slowly as my hope.
I awake to a gentle stir
Perhaps a bird, or just the wind
I open the door, as a gentle creature ponders in–
A creature that I can perhaps befriend?
His claws touch my heart
yet never extremity he ask to stay,
The only present that I have ever asked for —
A friend to play.
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