Scratch paper

Would it be morbid to say that I enjoyed writing this ditty? I’m a poet for punishment, let the gluttons eat their sweet meats, I have Nature to nourish me until the day it picks my bones clean!

The ancient eavesdropper

My creative moderation

is akin to a close encounter

with a grizzly bear,

wild, wide-eyed consciousness

crumpling me into a ball

of scratch paper waiting

to be mauled.

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About tyler4turtles

I am an avid photographer, poet, ecologist, bookworm, blogger, art enthusiast and runner who calls Montana home but lives in Oregon.
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