poem written whilst listening to >


puddles squelch underfoot

wolves howling for the moon

sunsets light dying now

darkness arriving far too soon


birds crying out to be fed

absent parent searching for food

nothing human being said

spoiling nature would be rude


relaxing waves, auto pilot

electricity searching for a new home

inner peace, meditating sounds

kick drum appears, you look at your phone


the boxes pass from left to right

seagulls screeching out of sight

underwater, fish are speaking

trying to eat and deny the eating

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