I nurture struggling creatures.
Endangered! Trying to survive.
In a fertile environment, they thrive, and begin to multiply.
I watch them, getting nothing in return.
Then one day as I grow weak, their coils embrace me.
Hold me close, and comfort me as I cross over.
Friday, 6 October 2023
Passing of the Jungle: poem by Morley Ellis
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