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Oct 2015
The geese are talking much these days
just over the way a field next the shore
moves to their webbed dancing
a place of safety from all on the hunt
for flesh and bones feathered.
We have no foxes here, our Island,
small oasis in the sea;
the most the geese have to be alert to
are Man and egg loving Hedgehogs.
Written by
nivek
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