mother nature always has her way
when man or many things go astray
disaster and disease come forth to slay
baying crowds they spatter to splutter
when animal lives bled feed the gutter
nature draconian does clear the clutter
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𝓟oems 𝓟rismatic
Poetry''sketches that shape-shift the angle and the curve'' (line from the poem 'Contrast) Recent/new poems tend to be at the beginning of the book.
