I watch them on the green
that squirrel and the fox
they play as the morning sun does rise
these two opposites, so now not opposed
I watch them dance and play with joy
and I smile knowing
what beauty I see
in this squirrel and fox
The little feller jumps up
right up onto his back
see the trust they have
if only humans saved such trust
I will not cut the mustard
Jesus was right
most are right ********
whist he bites his nails
So not going that way
that poor forsaken Angel
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 6:25 PM UTC
I watch them on the green
that squirrel and the fox
they play as the morning sun does rise
these two opposites, so now not opposed
I watch them dance and play with joy
and I smile knowing
what beauty I see
in this squirrel and fox
The little feller jumps up
right up onto his back
see the trust they have
if only humans saved such trust
I will not cut the mustard
Jesus was right
most are right ********
whist he bites his nails
So not going that way
that poor forsaken Angel
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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