In Wandering On
In wandering on
In and about this life abounds
So no stranger I
To the woodland sounds
In catching critters
A rough patch of lawn
Crab grass and little flowers
Can’t escape the killing gone
On I hear their worried cries
Need I not to eat
I would prefer
Them somewhere safer
Grab sight of me then beat feet
Copyright © Cs Parker | Year Posted 2017
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