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Date Posted: 07:29:46 08/15/00 Tue
Author: Mariah
Subject: Horned Toad Skies

Horned Toad Skies
8-15-2000

Disguised among the pathways,
his armored spikes and points.
Attempt a blend of tans and beige
against a desert floor.

Stealth creeping close
A grasp flat sides,
a skyward sudden snatch.
Scrambling body rising, he�s finally met his match.

Steel fingers raked for freedom
Barbed head still stabbed and sliced
But fingers firm
The nimble hand, sky wind will be sufficed.

Black pinpoint eyes, a scowling brow
Go sailing through the air
Still knowing not
The simple flight his body through the air

The struggle scraped
No blinking eyes
No understanding yet
Yet hundreds feet below him the ground like swerving jets

Gentle words were spoken
Some soothing comfort there
And soon the wary spiked one
Stared out at the lofty air

The swoops and sweeps amazed him;
But still his feet plant firm,
imagined ground below him
In wait for passing worm

Quickly as the flight began
With memory short as sticks
Knived body placed among the rocks
Upon the earth�s old tricks.

A tiptoed race to freedom
Away from �magined foe
Will he ever know the reason
That he soared with lands below?

Back to hiding stiffly
Back to blending in
Back to waiting slowly
For a food to reach his chin.

Back to watching idly
For white clouds to pass him by.
Back to gripping craggy rocks
And back to blood squirt cries

But way in-brain
a memory lies
of having tasted flight.
That one-day image held within, air through remembered fright.

A memory will be awesome
as it sinks into his brain,
of a day he took a flight to skies,
like barreled steel railed trains.

A day he soared.
A day he flew.
A day he took to air.
A day that�s now behind him, and now he sits and stares.

Horned toad will lie in waiting
Upon the desert floor
Alone he�ll lie, among tan rocks
While collared peccary roar.

And as he sits he�ll wonder,
Confused, with muddled mind
Will the sky come meet him quickly soon,
With soars to glide again?

For while he flew he worried
And scowled, and tore, and scraped
and he didn�t pay attention to
the wonder of the air.

But now he thinks, and thinks, and thinks
of how he wants the sky.
To feel the air below him climb
To feel his body fly.

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Re: Horned Toad Skies -- steve, 07:38:09 08/15/00 Tue