Jungle canopy
New metal bird shrieks closer
Red rolling thunder
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Jonathan Lawrence
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Walt the Badger
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Walt never cared. Walt is a badger, and a grumpy one at that. None of the other animals of the forest, even talk to Walt. Some, have tried. But too much has happened to Walt, for smiles to come all that easily to Walt anymore. Or nice words. Or even, butterflies.
By Jonathan Lawrence3 years ago in Poets
A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶3 days ago in Petlife
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