Poem: Alive

“Alive”
by Bill Ward
1999

Soaring rubber owls patrol,
  Seeking stuffed mice at night.
Concrete gryphons go in search
  Of lonely children to fright.
Massive lions that guard the park
  Are away from their keep
While I, with you, am now alive
  Emerging from my sleep.

© 1999 William R. Ward
All Rights Reserved
October 17, 1999

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