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Movement The small scurry beneath the great oak The snout grey soft furry Probing Searching for tid bits the branches have tossed down The wet squelch of aged moss yeilding, ever yeilding to the doe's delicate step the fawns bumbling run the mountain lion's deadly stalk. Yeilding and releasing and comforting Embracing with a soft squelch. Water feeds the velvet plant Nourishing, it flows across rounded stones bubbles beneath the majestic fern dances with the sharp spice of wild ginger The roots Twining beneath the rich fragrance of the earth Grasping crawling settling wrapping thin unbreakable arms tight holding enduring thriving Laying a knotted earthy trail for all critters to run Laying a strong base for boulders to rest Paws to trod and blood to settle, sink, return to the Deep rich earth. No past No future Just the soft willfull passing of time.
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Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 1:30 AM UTC
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Movement The small scurry beneath the great oak The snout grey soft furry Probing Searching for tid bits the branches have tossed down The wet squelch of aged moss yeilding, ever yeilding to the doe's delicate step the fawns bumbling run the mountain lion's deadly stalk. Yeilding and releasing and comforting Embracing with a soft squelch. Water feeds the velvet plant Nourishing, it flows across rounded stones bubbles beneath the majestic fern dances with the sharp spice of wild ginger The roots Twining beneath the rich fragrance of the earth Grasping crawling settling wrapping thin unbreakable arms tight holding enduring thriving Laying a knotted earthy trail for all critters to run Laying a strong base for boulders to rest Paws to trod and blood to settle, sink, return to the Deep rich earth. No past No future Just the soft willfull passing of time.
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Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 1:30 AM UTC
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