
So here is this mornings effort, another #micropoem.
Guard of Nature.
Quack, spake the Mandarin,
And the kindhearted rustled,
The paper bag to pull scraps,
And crumbs of poppyseeded 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 universes store of karmic credit.
By Ruairí de Barra
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