Charlotte Pinkney Poems

The ghost is there,
Lying in wait.
For anyone quiet enough,
To here of his fate.
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I’d like to be a fairy
And dance on swaying leaves
Leaping off the ivy
And collecting petals
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Walking, sniffing,
Who can it be?

Drawing nearer,
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Swishing trees,
Autumn leaves.

Scary branches in the night,
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Walking stealthily,
Meowing steadily
The winter wanderer.
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Cheeky Charlie

Cheeky Charlie went out to play
It was a lovely, sunny day
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Leaves of green turn to yellow and brown,
Autumn is nearly here.
Summer days turn to winter nights
and leaves fall on the ground,
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