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Poems by Andrew D. Carson

I

Alone I will perch on the branch in my tree,
My night eyes keenly scanning,
Inviting my prey to a midnight meal,
To teach the unfit their last lesson.

They don't like me, I know, when I find all their faults,
When I pick apart all their pet wishes,
But I refuse to believe without positive proof,
And no wool will be pulled o'er my eyes.

A theory I have, of the nature of all,
Of the stars and the earth down below,
But I think it, then test it, and find it wanting,
Tinkertoy realms that I build to destroy.

No answer has force to my rock-paper-scissors,
Truth trumps claims of power every time,
Nature's laws won't bend to the whim of a tyrant,
And bravely I'll stand, learning right till the end.

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