They say: Be afraid. I regard the nettles
with their hard sting. The toothed hawthorn. Brambles
that grab your pantleg and refuse to let go.
Songbirds strafe the mighty hawk, drive him
branch to branch, then out of the sky. A swan
flexes angel wings and breaks a man’s arm.
A pebble does not relent, nor a splinter.
Thorns of a white rose can topple a king.
They say: Be afraid but the maddened doe
lashes with sharp hooves and the hunter goes
hungry. A cavalry of geese arrives
and no nest will be raided by serpents.
by WHITECATGROVE
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unbolt me 
This speaks loudly of many of my weekly rambles!
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Sounds like you have excellent rambles, Crispina!
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The smallest droplets birth cracks in the greatest of walls.
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Oh, very nice little addition there!
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A quiet strength here. (K)
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I like the way you put that. 🙏
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