early winter morning

beneath the snow-heavy branches of the aging alder

a dead gray rat
fetid and bloated

small brightly colored birds
fight each other for the pecking order

nature has no love
no pity
no compassion



Poetry by Wumbulu
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Written on 2012-01-07 at 08:12

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Hans Bump
Nature has no pity, that's true, but after the rat, the birds and you and I are gone, nature continues to be reborn and give birth.
Is that so bad?

Your poem is a nice, thought provoking snapshot.
I live in the country too so I do understand where you're coming from.
2012-01-10


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
True and well said.
2012-01-08