Nature

My Nose-Rings Are For Captives

My nose-rings are for captives;
Dim, long-imprisoned spies,
Fingers denied the picking,
Impatient for a booger prize.

To such, if they should sneeze
At the flowers I adore,
I’ll grab their nostril pulls
And chain them to the floor.

 

The original, with analysis, can be found at The Prowling Bee, here.

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