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The Shrew
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The Shrew |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas 
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The Shrew Beneath the blowing trees, under the rustling bushes, below the leaves from seasons past, skimming through its tunnel just under the surface layer of dirt upon which everything lay, a shrew furiously attacked a worm, viciously tearing it apart, almost inhaling it, it ate so fast. The shrew paused, licking its long, almost pointed snout, then froze . . . listing intently: prey, moving, on the ground above and slightly forward . . . the shrew exploded into action, digging through the thin layer of dirt above its tunnel, almost flying toward a cricket calling – then screamed in agony as the needle-pointed claws of an owl pierced it’s body, and flew off to a perch, to eat. © wesley james beard, jr. |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Way to go Jimmy! I felt like I was watching an episode of Nature on TV. ~L |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Ah . . . We eat and we are eaten. This laid out that reality in fine form, buddy. You betcha it did. ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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Poet In Pink Senior Member Posts 1066 MI |
I'm sure glad I'm a little higher up on the food chain lol  Mother Nature has her ways of keeping things in order...Picture perfect write J ~ Enjoyed |
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