honey-soaked baklava cake cools in the kitchen; door ajar
Baloo sneaks his way past the barn to the back door
caught up in a clothesline of long underwear
essential undies on these chilly fall days
he weaves his way through on a tricycle left in the yard
until probing bees test his tolerance
irritated he ditches the cycle moving forward on all fours
prying open the door, he snatches a fork and enjoys his reward
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Author:
Katdream (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 21st, 2025 22:22
- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this for a contest on another site. Not all my poetry is dark, or broody. I do lighten up once in a while. Anyway, enjoy.
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Comments1
Very enjoyable read, looking at the picture, the reward was good.
Thanks Tobani!
You are very welcome
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