Badger

September 22, 2012 at 4:15 pm (Poems) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

If we cull our words
so death may be executed
with minimum disruption
we are as vulnerable
as our musky friends.
There is no freedom for
those who bury their heads.

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4 Comments

  1. robertnathan said,

    September 22, 2012 at 10:10 pm

    Nice 🙂

    Reply

    • Julia Dean-Richards said,

      September 25, 2012 at 6:02 pm

      Thank you. We live surrounded by woodland and the badgers are our neighbours. We also live in a farm yard, so we have cow neighbours too x

      Reply

  2. nobodysreadingme said,

    June 14, 2013 at 9:54 am

    You got a tweet out of this. Well done. From Mr Fluffy

    Reply

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