So here is this morning’s effort, another #micropoem.
Guard of Nature.
Quack, spake the Mandarin,
And the kind-hearted rustled,
The paper bag to pull scraps,
And crumbs of poppy-seeded bread,
To share on the tended bank,
Of the shapely pond,
A guard of nature,
Adding each gentle act,
As they pause and ponder,
To the universe’s store of karmic credit.
By Ruairí de Barra
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