Call me cold blooded

When the sea shows its claws  ~

I’ll lay like a lava rock, my ~

Back to its sulphurous hiss, ~

Unmoved by its attention-seeking pounce. ~

When the wind sighs in drones of plea ~

I’ll lie with the others of my kind, ~

in a hot pit to bask ~

Hardening my spine against the sea, ~

my ears against the wind. ~

Call me cold blooded.

Published by thethoughtbadger

From the creatures that inhabit the most mysterious realms of our planet to those that make a home in our gardens, our experiences with animals can create lasting impressions. Through a marriage of wildlife photography and the written word, this is where those impressions re-emerge from their thought burrows. Don't be frightened of the light!

Nature Poetry, Wildlife, Wildlife Photography

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