Wisdom
Wisdom
Looms, tempered
Like a daylily blooms
In bars of iron sleep
Wisdom wakes
Like a ravenous lion.
With ears of golden wheat
Folded yet; into another sleep.
Wisdom roars and rolls, out
His paws his talon claws
He lifts up his prey
Just to snarl'
What did you taste?
Here on the air today!
poem by Mark Heathcote
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