Bugs and worms are out
It's morning
The birds have landed
Sun strikes the ground
A cat is on the hunt
Stalking a bird
Until, before long
Harsh winds plow
The cat has gone
Into a cold night
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Author:
bones (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 19th, 2024 22:49
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Comments1
You’re building up into a great day of promise which is inevitable to end lonely and cold, either a predator or prey, good write
Thank you. I feel the warmth in the distance.
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