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Mother Nature
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Poems Wounded and limping, searching for nourishment.
The fox finds flowers.
Confused, it bites of their heads.
A howl breaks the silence.
Scraps.
Finally, something it can rely on.
Chicken skin. Yesterdays Chips,
And the discovery of Chocolate.
Fed, it finds itself in search of a resting place.
A cave, some kind of snug in the ground.
It needs to settle down for the night, retreat.
Lick its wounds.
It sleeps in hope of finding more scraps tomorrow,
depending on competition.
I love the imagery here Su :)
xxxxx