Paradox

​The relentless beat of insect wings

The incessant  drone of the bee

Sounds so loud to my sensitive nerves

So many sounds for free

The hunting cry of the owl at night

The barking of the fox

All these sounds are so intense 

A quintessential paradox

Heightened awareness seems to me

A product of new found joy

An awareness of natures full estate

As my nerve endings strive to deploy.

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By Mary

I write as both Mary Bray and under the pseudonym of Samantha Beardon.

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