Timid Nature Poem by james watkin

Timid Nature



Darting, dashing in and out
Of one's immediate
Recognition: 'wings, legs, whose? '
Response: 'for pets, all choose! '

Common as tis pitiable
To then, more lone-sounding
Which lonely homing, wood-cleared
Wonder: 'Is man so feared? '

Thursday, June 23, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: wood,walking
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