Photo by Vincent van Zalinge on Unsplash
I know the earth, its gentle flow
Its soft touch and its blanket
A sea of leaves chirping perfumes
Its armada of thieves and friends
Giving me scars and feasts
In the peaceful terror of my own home
Some say I change shapes
Some say I dont change
A bag of claws and teeth
A hunt, a chase, or a tease
Marked barks map me forever
Eating the man who told me I will die alone
Eat, sleep, dreams coming undone
About the Creator
Vili
Bitter patter
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