The Darkness Arisen
The Darkness Arisen
Birds in a quarrel
To who's highest on the laurel.
Nosey bees ebbing and flowing
Without them nothing be growing.
Brave wee cat attacking bird in the holly
Neighbours out waving her brolly.
All around the veggies in battle
Lined up like a rustler's cattle.
There's me in this natural prison...
Obeying the safety. Till The Darkness Arisen.
Darren Alexander Gray
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