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The Old Burrow - May 9, 2024

  • Gary Hunter
  • May 9, 2024
  • 1 min read

Do you have a home

as comfortable as an old

burrow to an old rabbit

 

every nook  a well-worn purpose

a shady yard to lounge in  glowing

with light and warmth at night

 

on my busier days  I feel like

a thrown boomerang

arcing around obstacles

 

to come back around

and skid to a soft stop

at my front door

 
 
 

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