Seen differently

A dark snake winds up the hill

To penetrate our lives

Seen differently

Silver birds flee, screeching

From its venomous intent

Seen differently, again

The hedgerow filled with life

Laughs with the hungry birds

At the harvest of sustenance

See again

See beyond the image of our fear

To where the world is…

©Stephen Tanham

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