Friday, October 12, 2012

Droves.


Droves.

In a moment,
So many came and came.
They'd heard your fame,
And knew only your name.

Clicking and memorizing away,
Flashes and eyes that play,
Across your steel,
So very large and real.

These simple folk,
Share a laughter, a joke.
In honour of your size,
Majestic, powerful before our eyes.

And then rushing,
They scamper away, away, away.
Happy that one day they'll say,
We saw an angel, one fine day.