Originally posted on Yard Sale of Thoughts:
The stirrer matures in the muddy night,deep pools of black for him to glide.Living fossil, his snout points high,relic of a late summer sky. The elder wears his armored scutes,barbels long as full grown shoots.Open mouth without a tooth,he scoops the season wide. The sturgeon has no need…
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B +Ve!! 