The Beast
After waiting for the day to clear
I pause and there below the ground
nagging at my feet , a beast ,
so cleverly looks up at me.
I step back amid the blooms
And chewed my lip
The beast turned the other way
for I was just nothing to it
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2022
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