Nature Poems

	Halley's Comet Likes To Talk To Himself A comet is terrifyingly cold He must chatter relentlessly To keep the frost-bite at bay He searches the galaxies for friends Partners in ellipses or allies In the spite of Russian roulette Who will be the first to clatter Like a befuddled pollinator A naked curse into anti-matter? He smiles quietly to himself Ice smatters itself against the vacuum Stars gaze with haughty repulsion Some say he trails some lover's haul He lost his sister when in Pisces so He chased the end of his tail to forget The end, watching her tumble into The patient jaws of gaping fish like stars Falling for his oval loveliness © David Incoll 2001
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