Sunrise...no surprise.
Trees are where
They're supposed
To be...
Leaves on the ground,
Not in the
Sky...
Bobcat in the weeds,
Looking at a rooster...
Excuse me...
Gotta see a 12 gauge pump
About a cat.
Yikes! I'm ducking for cover. Don't care to be accessorized by buckshot.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Wow! I sort of related to Annie, not the getting the gun, is the feeling that she shows of what she sees. I love it!