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The Silent Observer
By Jonah Wall
As always, she paces
In her matted mantle on the mossy mound
Of rocks that stands in solitary silence
Amid the trees surrounding her home.
Rain drips from her nose,
Almost unnoticed by her glassy eyes, which
Are almost completely obscured
By her tossled ebony locks.
Bad weather beats barbaricly at her back
But she barely bothers to acknowledge it.
Day after day, she watches the world pass by,
Bleating rarely, when something catches her interest.
By Jonah Wall
As always, she paces
In her matted mantle on the mossy mound
Of rocks that stands in solitary silence
Amid the trees surrounding her home.
Rain drips from her nose,
Almost unnoticed by her glassy eyes, which
Are almost completely obscured
By her tossled ebony locks.
Bad weather beats barbaricly at her back
But she barely bothers to acknowledge it.
Day after day, she watches the world pass by,
Bleating rarely, when something catches her interest.