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Green, long grass. Fields tamed by stone walls Fences twisted by stray twigs. Breeze that brushes through Cows' ears and lambs' wools Strokes my hair as I stare With glee knowing that we Are joined by this same sensation. Perhaps they avoid stepping on bluebells And then regrettably flatten buttercups like me. Might they not step on the cracks between stones, As I do not step on cracks between drains? We share the same fear as other humans approach, Ready to flee if they come too close. For they could be the death of us Or we the death of them. Once this fearful distance is breached What will happen then?
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Jul 13, 2020
Jul 13, 2020 at 5:40 AM UTC
Natural Associates
Green, long grass. Fields tamed by stone walls Fences twisted by stray twigs. Breeze that brushes through Cows' ears and lambs' wools Strokes my hair as I stare With glee knowing that we Are joined by this same sensation. Perhaps they avoid stepping on bluebells And then regrettably flatten buttercups like me. Might they not step on the cracks between stones, As I do not step on cracks between drains? We share the same fear as other humans approach, Ready to flee if they come too close. For they could be the death of us Or we the death of them. Once this fearful distance is breached What will happen then?
#nature#cows#socialdistancing
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girl-scout
Jul 13, 2020
Jul 13, 2020 at 5:40 AM UTC
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