Armadillo

w c

Armadillo

 

On sunny days he would rustle

Through the fallen leaves

Trying hard to avoid any trouble

As he searched diligently

 

He was focused as he dug

In the fertile soil

For tender roots he loved

And for beetles he enjoyed

 

His head was a plow

Going through the leaves

And with a little rain

He furrowed quietly

 

He sometimes went underground

To escape the danger above

And was safe and sound

In the bunker that he dug

 

He’d come out again

When the danger was gone

And there was peace for him

As he moved along   

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: w c (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 19th, 2019 10:45
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments3

  • Neville

    respect to the little fella... what a delightfully nice dedication .. Neville

    • w c

      Thanks, Neville. Things are not the same without an armadillo.

      • Neville

        I usually keep a spare strapped to my leg, just in case... N 🙂

      • orchidee

        A lovely write w c.

        • w c

          Thanks, orchidee. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

        • Goldfinch60

          Good write about fascinating creatures.

          • w c

            Thanks, Goldfinch. Ah, the wonders of nature.



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