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Heather OC: Week 25 of 208

WUYWABF


Nature can be cruel - so,

Of course, they decided

She is a woman to devour


Us, abandoned  here

By your benevolent god.

The little skunk convulses


In the yard. What damage

Became him? Cursed by

Nature, so no one dares


To stoop down and sooth

His trembling soul.


Tiny paws claw at empty

Air; he writhes, twists,

Tries to escape the pain.


We, helpless due to scent

And fear, watch and betray. Hoping

The number for Animal


Control to be the salve

To lift us all from Her ferocity.

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