Warning
I was in pain, awkwardly perched
on the thick branches of a tree
where I had landed with a thud
confused and dazed, could hardly see.
How did I get into this mess,
with tattered clothes and much distress?
Over the fence I’d made my way,
could not resist ripe apples’ pull,
but failed to see the warning sign
which said: “Beware of roaming bull!”
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For contest “Warning” by Viv Wigley
© 20th October 2016
Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2016
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