Found Poetry 1,097

10/15/22

in the chirp of night
Improvement came, prowling
slow but strong

I approached, with a snare
filled with holes
it just stood there
and waited for me to move

This poem was created from Walden by Henry Thoreau. Click here to get Walden.

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