ANAM FD May. 2015 | Page 8

Days of Waning Fall Cassandra McCormack They tumble out of their oversized nest, Eyes brightly twinkling and hair a mess Laughing loudly despite the hawk’s eerie call In those oblivious days of waning fall They run and jump and shout and play If they could, they’d remain all day Giggle and stumble while they brawl In those innocent days of waning fall Yet innocence lives at the cost of sense And they never fail to make me tense Carelessly following their precious ball In those darkening days of waning fall I’ve seen the monsters on the street Metal killing machine with wheels, not feet Contraptions that don’t hesitate to maul In those darkening days of waning fall I’ve seen the monsters on the street Metal killing machine with wheels, not feet Contraptions that do