This is an August day
The skies are gray
Rain half heartedly falls
Not enough to quench the garden
Above the clouds are stalled
And hang about
The grass grows slowly now
The young birds feed themselves
Bird seed does not sink so fast
In hanging feeders
The parental rush is over
I caught a mouse in a humane trap
And let him go
So he is free
And so am I
It’s a restful time to be alive
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Author:
Lorna (
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- Comment from author about the poem: "Allo Allo"
- Category: Reflection
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Comments6
I see mellow be thy theme
and versed ease, be thy ink's
gifted: serene...
thanks for sharing, dear poet
there are some very memorable lines here my friend ...
and you got me chillin too so everything is good ... just want my grass to take a leaf outa your grasses book ............................ N 🙂
Good write Lorna.
May you have many a day like this Lorna. 😉
Contentment flows on these lines Lorna…..
A poem not only good for the soul but mouses as well. A very smile inducing write Lorna🙂
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