Cinquain: 2006 - Poem by Pene Burkey
Smothers the breath of life
And brings the sleep of death...ready
Home a puppy.
I feed, groom, and walk her.
I play with her....He loves her....She
Laden with snow....then bows.
Oak tree creaks and groans in the wind....
I hate wastefulness...Yes, I hate.
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