TALE OF OF TWO MOLES! (SELF PRERVASTION SECONDARILY!)
It is said an animals first instinct is self preservationLet me tell you that is not always so
One morning I were om my way home from a night shift
Down the coal mine - Betshanger - under the Kentish fields
I was walking through an alleyway to my house
When in front of me I saw to small creatures , were a struggling
With a second , thought it was a fight as I got closer I saw
They were moles , one were still , still as death the first
Were struggling to get the other to get a way, first kept
A coming back pulling a struggling with the dead body of it's mate
Braving me , a threat it believed I were, I looked around found
An abandoned food box , I scoped them up , put then both in
The box put them over the near bye wall of the town cemetery
I saw love , the courage of that love, of devotion of one creature
For it's mate.
ken d williams
The Dyslexic Wordsmith
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Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2007-09-15 at 18:36
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