“Cruel Nature” for The Sunday Whirl

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Cruel Nature

Wee chirping birdies trill their whistles
while down in the cruel thistles
a baby bunny in the thicket
explores a wound and starts to lick it.
Stiff sticks as sharp as horns of deer 
are what these little creatures fear.


What a great treat it would be
to be those birds up in the tree
looking out from far above––
their feathered nest a cosy glove
that fits them well, all snug and warm
up there far from pain and harm.

This sunset must be nature blushing,
and this momentary hushing
at the end of day a type of prayer
for quaking creatures hidden where
unprotected, they await 
their potential sadder fate.

 

The Sunday Whirl Wordle #733 prompt words are: thistles horns stiff treat wee chirping fit down stick blushing out moment   I made use of AI to create the images.

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My blog, which started out to be about overcoming grief, quickly grew into a blog about celebrating life. I post daily: poems, photographs, essays or stories. I've lived in countries all around the globe but have finally come to rest in Mexico, where I've lived since 2001. My books may be found on Amazon in Kindle and print format, my art in local Ajijic galleries. Hope to see you at my blog.

13 thoughts on ““Cruel Nature” for The Sunday Whirl”

  5. anntonyjandc's avataranntonyjandc

    Love love your sacred feelings for the world’s animals. You are goodness, through and through, and that trait shows up in your writing. Lovexyou. Ann O’Neal Garcia

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    1. lifelessons's avatarlifelessons Post author

      Oh Ann. You are so generous in your comments. I am up to my ears getting ready to go to Lake Bacalar in Quintana Roo for a month to write write write. Will catch up with you while I’m there! Hope you are all healthy and happy. xoox J

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