Poem - "The Net"

 

The Net

For Friedrick

Twirling, twirling,

Round and round,

Circle spinning, 

Off the ground.

Through the air,

Nature abound,

Through the forest,

Whistling sound.

Where it lands,

I can only hope,

A bird or two,

In it's scope.

But yet, dismay,

Can it cope?

"Any luck?"

I answer, "Nope."

But that was then,

I was a child,

My brother tried,

My efforts, mild.

*

Things come to pass,

And this is now,

No longer child,

I may know how.

Throwing wide,

From pole to pole,

Deeper than ............ ,

My soul.

A hidden net,

High in the sky,

To catch a bird ............ ,

'Tis nigh.

(c) Katherine Stuart 2020

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