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The Winter’s Hermit
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Sigh,
In a hole I live
It’s not a riddle
Not a mortal mystery
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Around me
It is white and brown and gray,
Yellow where the animals
Show weakness
I am one of them
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There is no cheer in
What I do,
As I intend there
Shouldn’t be
I wake up in prayer
And close the day
With it
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And inside darkness
I might sleep
Or listen for the rustling
Of other animals
The Holy Spirit
Passing by
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Or an ancient demon
Haunting the loss of
Following and home
An age ago
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C L Couch
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Photo by Wolfgang Hasselmann on Unsplash
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clcouch123 
January 29, 2021 at 5:29 pm
I can relate to that, “Winter Hermits” indeed. Loved the line ‘yellow, where the animals show weakness”. Though they do have a contented look about them as they spray.
February 3, 2021 at 10:41 pm
You’re right–the animals don’t mind how they behave at all! We should be so easygoing.
January 31, 2021 at 9:34 am
Your day is bracketted in the same way an animal traces its day, with a repeated gesture, the pattern always the same. It’s maybe the way we are meant to be. Novelty is for the frivlous.
I was writing a reply to your last comment about out badgers and it disappeared without trace. Can’t find it anywhere, not even in spam or trash. Sorry about that. The Mustelidae family is full of characters, starting with the Wolverine…
Also noticed from coming here, that I don’t get notifications from you any longer. I’ll check that WP hasn’t turned them off.
February 3, 2021 at 10:20 pm
I’m sorry for what has technically disappeared. As for notices, I’ll try to check the connections here via WordPress.
February 4, 2021 at 4:01 pm
I checked and you’re down for instantaneous email notifications. I wonder who’s getting them?