Poetry · Writing

Feeding Season

The seed will blossom soon.

We’ve watched it since just

a dropping; our little baby. Soon

to blossom. Fighting all the cold

lonely

nights fearing the fed will become hungry.

These roots are filled with fresh innocence making the hungry froth at the mouth.

The cold will come and go. Uneaten tho. 

Will see in the warm.

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