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Tall ears semaphore,
Warning mates off to shelter,
Strong feet bound once more...
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Little ones scurry,
Tails raised in exclamation!
Swift paws a-flurry...
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Not really a poem.
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I do not feel that Nature judges.
Rather, it is forgiving,
Accepting of differences.
Through eons of aeons,
As water returns to its source,
So d..
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So, tell me again why you can’t,
And I will tell you why you can,
It’s in you.
In you are genes as old as the earth,
If you stop to,
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Peer into green seas,
Of trembling leaves on tall trees,
See the ease of wings.
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Strength is what is born,
When struggles impose themselves,
And you choose to live.
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See that which I see,
Seldom, but indelibly,
Beauty, unaltered.
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Murky water rises to cover
Roots best left submerged.
Detritus floats, sodden wood,
Fragmented, broken,
Whirling in senseless, perpetual motion,
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Northern nights blur,
Sounds of sentinel dogs soften,
Under chill silver mists and pelting rain,
While whites of ash and spruce,
Melt into gray.
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