It's just the company they keep (The light side)


The cat that kills for pleasure

does not worry, curse or weep.

He tells his fawning 'master'

It's just the company I keep.


The crow that pecks the lambs eyes

never loses any sleep.

He tells the grim faced farmer,

It's just the company I keep.


The fox that raids the hen coop,

he slumbers long and deep.

He tells the mounted huntsman,

It's just the company I keep.


The flea that feeds on blue blood,

is as happy with the cheap.

He finds another warm bed.

Any company he'll keep.


  • Author: Appletree (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 26th, 2018 15:08
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 46


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