on giant bat wings.
It flies blind
over mountain and farm
with thunderous flaps
and suddenly stops.
--April 30, 2013
Prompt: Choose a poem and re-write it by putting in as many opposite words as you can.
Original:
Fog
by Carl Sandburg
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on
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