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Primal Instincts
An Autumn wind blew an acorn
from the paws of a squirrel
right into the pond
without so much as a twirl
Then the wind knocked down a sapling
that had recently sprouted
cackling madly as a witch
at the foliage it routed…
Heralding a long bitter winter
Madame Wind howled as fierce
as a wolf ripped to shreds by a bear
~ primal instincts ravaging its lair
Copyright ©
Gershon Wolf
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