Stood upon a narrow branch low in the tree
watching, guarding, Who dares challenge me?
Below is my feed, two funny looking flowers hanging from a porch ceiling
Accompanied by two giant creatures I’ve come to know as these flower’s tendees.
These flowers are special.
They never wilt and blossom through all seasons. I watch and I guard, just for that reason.
These creatures watch me all day, but not as I watch
This is in a much more curious way.
They do not guard as I do and they do not chase me away. They just tend to these flowers, seemingly to not let them decay.
I do not share but these creatures, I will let stay.
Now we watch each other in that same curious way.
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Author:
Caveman (
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- Category: Nature
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Comments3
A poem that speaks of strange friends that distances one from the human world. Well written
nicely written
Caveman, what a charming shift in perspective. The little guardian claims the feeding ground while gradually accepting the strange giants who keep it flourishing. Delightful work, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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