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

With 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 bright and clear
To avoid being next on the menu

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