by davebarclay1954

Mum C writes

When turtles swim into the shore

Hoping to see the ones before

Little do they know what waits in store

If only they knew seas have no law


When baby eagles wait in bore

Hoping to be the flyers at the fore

Showing mothers they can take the tour

Little do they know about falls in store


Like the dogs who snoop to know

Like the ants who look to find

Like the lioness who patiently wait to pounce

All livers need to choose a pace to thread

For in the end, we are dependant on earth

We either feed or perish

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

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