Moss-Hole Bound Poem by Clive Blake

Moss-Hole Bound



I heard a noise...
Could that be food?
I peer outside;
I'm really shrew-d,
My sight is dim,
But I am not,
Though small, I'm fierce,
And hunt a lot,
So stand aside,
I'm coming out,
Don't bar my way...
Or I'll sort you out!

Moss-Hole Bound
Thursday, December 22, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: animal,animals,brave,small
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This poem was published in the book 'View Points and Points of View' in 2009. In the book, it is combined with a photograph (phoetry) . This poem + photograph + audio of the poet reading it, can be found on a Free iPhone/iPad App by Ross Blewett entitled 'Phoetry1Free'.

Poem read by the poet.
Audio recorded by Steve Nunn of Cornmill Studios, Cornwall.
Photography by Chris Robbins, Cornwall.

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I give my permission for any individual, library or educational establishment, to use any of my poetry, as long as I am credited as its author and it is not used in any commercial way.
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