poetry form

a thin gray shadow on the edge of thought
did you ever see an alligator
short and sweet, and we've come to the end of it
a mile behind
and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
made up of loveliness alone
sad are they who know not love
since i have felt the sense of death
i expect you
a sky that has never known sun, moon or stars
like eagles on up high
i said