RACCOON - SPIRIT OF THE TREES by Kathleen Godwin
Animal Rights Poetry
Moo-ving people toward compassionate living
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You are mother natureís orphan,
How sad that this should be,
Another soulís misfortune is
Such a precious gift to me.
I drink the wondrous beauty of you,
Little hands reaching for security.
Furry face, curious eyes these two,
Warm at my breast, feed on love from me.
Wise and willful, learning the ways,
Feeding well and growing strong.
Napping and yawning through the day
And playing all night long.
Now, this place seems to be blessed
With your games and gaiety,
Mischievous clown, bring happiness
Where sorrow used to be.
I love you little fellow of the forest,
I revere you my spirit of the trees.
I have you in my heart and home,
But long to see you free.
So, I gave you back to your real home,
And watched you come to peace.
You looked back once to show your love,
Then vanished like smoke in the breeze.
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