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Safe Places Are Hard When You Hide From Sharp Eyes

Safe places are hard when you hide from sharp eyes. Anxiety says: when you’re a mouse, you scurry fast. The mouse wonders… what if the eagle nearby is skillfully disguised? Little mouse trembles when dark might be the shadow of wings. Little mouse knows the grin could be stuck on a talon. Doubtfully, hopefully, little mouse whispers, whiskers quivering: the eagle is nowhere. Looks to the sky and finds a swift and starving falcon.

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Beata Agustin

Date: 4/4/2024 2:05:00 AM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.