Meandering among the grasses
Eyes doe like on the next blades
Head bent, content
Warmth of the sun on her back
She will give her attacker life
As he takes hers
And meanders in her stead
With blood in his fur
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Author:
Lorna (
Offline) - Published: August 1st, 2025 05:47
- Category: Nature
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Comments3
A poem of life and death in the cycle of life that may be seen as a metaphor of the greater cycle. A lovely write and a fave
Thank you... so kind!
You are most welcome
The hunted and the hunter all forming the greater circle of life, nicely written, enjoyed the read
Glad you liked it!
You are very welcome
A brutal reality of life in the wild
Last 2 lines are brilliant
Superb
Thanks for reading - so glad you liked it...........
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