The scampering I hear them

Posted on September 20, 2022 by Rex Tyler

At the end of each day
We must go on our way
Back to the gloom
And the space in our tomb
Sentiment solace
Waves us farewell
To the darkness
And The scampering rodents
From hell

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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