Stroll In the Woods
The rustling of leaves the buzz from the hives,
the sound of lapping water is what makes the woods alive.
on one fine afternoon thought to take a stroll in the woods
Hoping the fresh air would clear the days worries.
Saw a mother squirrel gathering the chestnuts
keeping a watchful eye on her babies
and I must say I admired their guts
For they played near a snakes nest.
I sat there watching on the heather
Gazing absentmindedly at their little play
And loo striked the snake
Gobling one in a mouthful.
Running came their mother and took the others away,
The nuts long forgotten on the dreary ground.
evening fell but the mother didn't return near her child's prey,
for she knew she had a family to protect.
That afternoon taught me a lot
Clearing my mind helping me to think straight
Men are born and so do they die
Bring grief and unhappiness
But moving on and prioritising is the best way out.
Copyright © Adwaita Patane | Year Posted 2022
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