The cornsilk of your tail
turns 'round this ninety degree day of hell.
I asked for one sign of beauty
as I settled beneath the shady oak
and here you are - neck outstretched,
shimmering light plays upon your back,
skips like lightening to the old fence line,
sagging barn roof, topless silo
and I concede fifty may be the new forty
and beauty really is ageless.
by Margaret Bednar, June 27, 2014
This is linked with Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - "Let's have a Conversation" a conversational poem (inspiration from Douglas Livingstone) with an animal, portrait, statue or suitable companion of conversation that can be successfully addressed in "Apostrophe".