Clever creatures, both small and big,
A nasty bite to take a turn.
To float on water,
amongst the fish.
A furry friend to you and me.
Some tiny love,
yet still unclean.
A crack upon the shell,
to feast along the river's edge.
A gift of nature,
to remain untouched.
Small and fierce.
This creature,
remains in nature.
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Author:
Alfred Lord Tennyson (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 9th, 2018 08:09
- Category: Nature
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