Strange but true

For the last day of NaPoWriMo, strange facts.



Strange but true

the orange bird

with zebra wings

and cockatoo crest,

the song the ripples all night long,

the darkness at noon of a spring storm.

Strange this swan-necked dinosaur,



the lightning struck tree that flares,

a torch in the night.

True they say, the Big Foot

and woolly unicorn,

the cat naked and wrinkled,

the place bathed in love and peace beyond death.

Strangest of all

the jumble of limbs,

don’t look, don’t look,

the children tumbled and torn,

and the guns that still point,

the bombs that still sear and scythe.

Strange but true.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

13 thoughts on “Strange but true”

  1. I started reading, thinking that I love your Jane touch on this poem. Then I came to the message. Very powerful. Now, I have to check out Kerfe’s. I talked about war a bit, too.

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