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Primal Priorities | A Poem by Scott Thomas Outlar

Elegance and style
whispered from the tongue of divinity
grace the atmosphere
where two blue birds dance
in a synchronized sort of way
which displays a beautiful tribute to their breed.

Once tired,
the creatures drift slowly upon the wind
down to the cold Earth
where they begin to peck into the soil,
digging for fat fleshy worms
that can be guzzled
down their throats
in a type of natural urge
that proves beyond the shadow of a doubt
that elegance and style,
enchanting and marvelous as they may be,
don’t mean a thing
if the belly isn’t full.


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