High Score Poem by Jatie Apple

High Score



Looking out the window,
birds eating, and flying.
And the winds blowing
trees.
Causing their branches
to sway back and forth.
Barely any snow
on the ground.
Some ice on the streets.
I turn around
watching my cousin
play her games.
And ending it
with a high score.

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