Peaceable Kingdom

Rabbit in its warren, fox in its den, natural antagonists, no matter where or when. Fox spies the rabbit, gets up and licks its chops, rabbit sees the fox and away it hops. Isn’t this the way we are, this higher breed called man? As we compete with tooth and claw, as we fight our wars, we might as well be creatures roaming in the Moors. We might try to escape it, hide it if we can, but look in the mirror, see the animal called man.

Bluejay

Veteran of old My Poetry Forum before its hiatus. Happy to be back.

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