Bigfoot Ways: Animal Ways
Where the wild rose grows
In the high mountain air
Lilly lives and Lilly knows
That her "love" has others there.
Last he came he threw her a rose
She wears it behind an ear
Keeps it there.
It’s all she has of him that’s near.
She saw him afar one morn
He did not know she waits
He did not know she yearns to ...
To mate.
But no more roses will he throw
Lilly has lived and Lilly knows...
Linda Newton-Perry
Regis
Thanks for sharing
~Zach
EDWIN