Monday, 15 December 2014

Wild Life




When hanging around 
in your nest or mound
the temperature set 
has a bearing
Dependent on wear
or the base that you share
In the divvy of comfort 
you’re sparring
A store of provisions 
selected to last
No vent for dissent
clash or quibble
Quietly reside 
as in safety you hide
Not becoming 
a predators nibble
For that is the life 
of no option but strife
Whatever your routine
or venue
Steering and veering 
eyes sharp and clear
to avoid being next 
on the menu




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