No Beast Has Claws

jwhhobbs22
Jan 10, 2025
1 min read

No beast has claws

Compared to yours

Nor fright equal

To clear eyes.

Through smoking skies

When good words die

Your legs will run.

When fair speech falls

And ears are deaf

Like chattering forests

Thick with threat.

Your will to strive

Turns the word survive

Past any monster

Worm or blight

Which lacks true will to rise,

So craft your nest

The fruit to catch

See plains and flows

Of clear waters.

Within this globe

Of many, know

With all the animals

Existing; you live.

By J.W.H. Hobbs.

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