Half a month until
National (Global) Poetry Writing Month.
Nature waits for spring:
a hungry owl
perched on a blunt limb
head down
for mouse
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Swaddled in warm, expensive furs a confident middle-aged man sits claustrophobically tilted in his carriage. Rain beats down on his compartm... -
my car is not out front but out back i run a steep gauntlet up the hill troubling the raging red squirrels robbing blind the chickadees'...
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