My wild red friend

Wild he be
And VOLES he will see
and hear
and dig the vole
his treat
For a certain sweetness 
of its meat
 Beneath  the grassy roots
he will be
ou rough pasture
Neglected and free
parting  the grass
a tunnel will
a breeding nest
as he made his kill
he will defacate 
And leave his sign
on that avid eye
indeed the shine
a wood mouse Too, even  a mole
may  come to grief 
And stashed
in That hole
might be a snack on a rainy day
who knows  whether
or when 
 

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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