Posted on September 22, 2019
by C.M. Rivers
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Daylight passes over the garden. Wild green things grow thick ‘round the entranceway. Spotted fawns have come by, their mother not far behind. Cat sits and watches.
Category: PoetryTags: animals, garden, nature, Poetry, zen
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