The poor animal had blood
Dripping from its lips,
For no one had forewarned it
That thornberry branches had thorns.
Blood tasted of sensational stillness.
Thornberries tasted of pain and bitterness.
Blood stained the animal's lips
As it walked away, aching,
When all it ever wanted to taste
Was sweetness.
Musicophilia
Picture taken from the wall of The Mind Museum at BGC. The blog name "Poetophilia" was inspired by Oliver Sacks' book Musicophilia.
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