
His black shadow that was against the sky
Caused me to stop right there in my tracks.
He looked frail, yet I knew I should fear him,
So I turned aound and found my way back.
Sequestered in a house in the forest,
I knew that this was his home, not mine.
So, I approached the bridge very quietly,
Saddened by his trial, for they were in decline.
He had a right to be afraid of us Two-legs
Who took more of his habitat each day.
But, on this night, in the beauty around us,
I didn’t do anything to impede his way.
I gave him the respect that he was due,
Recognizing that I was visiting, not him.
Tears came to my eyes as I walked away,
Because his chances of surviving are grim.
Written for the Photo Challenge #412 from Mindlovemisery Menagerie. Fandango prompt is Sequestered. Ragtag prompt is Bridge. The Daily Spur prompt is Approach. Three Things Challenge #956 prompts from Pensitivity 101 are Trial, Frail, and Black.
What a lovely poem
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Thank you.
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Sad but true. Man is stripping the land of natural habitats for our wildlife. Thanks for the inclusion.
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Sadly true especially here in the west
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Such a disaster for our environment . Love your poem . Thanks Anita
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