Locked Nest 2020
The shore of the beach,
The creature sings to me soft,
So beautifully.
Trash floats in the sea
The majestic beast wanders
So gentle, aimless.
Large, loyal, docile,
Weeps to me, never to you,
For dread is bears near.
Waiting, searching, will
Full of hope for in this world
To see what I seen.
Choking on plastic
Lost hopelessly in the sea
Attempts to meet me.
Awaiting the day
We meet our brutal, true fate
The beast never shown
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