Bordering The Bucolic Poem by james watkin

Bordering The Bucolic



Each side of the wire, people
At the people gawk.
Mutual senseless digesting!
Afar, a bored squawk.

Manure's smell goes hand in hand
With what air of fear
O'erpowers, stops the hooved crowd
From getting too near.

Monday, April 13, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: animal,man
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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