Cold Blooded Poem by Phil Soar

Cold Blooded



Waiting for the dawn to break
He sits alone on bare rock
Hoping the morning sun will be strong
So he may soak up the rays
And when he is warm enough
His energy will return
And then he seeks to replenish his apetite
Until the evening comes.

Sunday, December 4, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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