The spirit of a hollow moon slides sideways under cover
through a crack in heavy clouds that spread apart to hover.
An owl soars by on silent wings to seek his midnight feast,
the power of moonlit talons unleashed on tiny beast.
Another sacred life is sacrificed for hunger’s sake.
It’s all in nature’s plan, and yet I feel the mouse’s ache.
For the Sunday Whirl Wordle 563 the words are: crack sideways covers feast ache power hollow spirits sacred owl lit heavy. Photos by jdb. Mosaic by Mazinka Rutherford, La Manzanilla, Mexico.
I love this, Judy –and in particular the concept of feeling the mouse’s ache!
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Thanks, Janet. Even though we profit from nature, it’s hard to see the cruelty by which we sometimes do.
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It’s all a part of the food chain — the interconnectedness of nature!
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Si..Every bacon sandwich included.
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Yes, but I’ll leave the bacon to you — I can’t have any!
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Poor mouse. Well written
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Awesome poetic image, great photo, and an amazing mosaic.
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