Art Milkes Poems

What Goes Around . . .

In position and out of sight,
hiding until the time was right,
the cat crawled forward with such skill,
the bird could not escape the "kill." It happened almost every day.... more »

Little Life

Little eyes, little ears, little nose,
little fingers, little hands, little toes—
along with the start
of one little heart,... more »

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