Small Frighten Poem by Drew Bailey

Small Frighten



You hear something in a bush,
so you tell your friend to shush.
What formed as a mear quiver
soon became a bad shiver.
You and your friend hide away,
just to be scared by a tiny bluejay.

Tuesday, March 29, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: story
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