The Wombat
Where mountains rise and forests grow
the slow wombat digs his home.
It lives in fear of foes and those
who deride its shape and gait.
It roams the land, where green abounds,
when full darkness falls around.
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No.1 ~ Wombat
Author: Paul Callus ~ 18 th Jan 2015
Contest: Night Creatures
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Placed: 5th
Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2015
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