Jack's Skeleton Poem by Sinnaminsun Sinnaminsun
Jack's Skeleton
The season hides his footprints
in frozen puddles wide,
Exhaling breath-like demons,
swirling upward way past high....
Every corner slips you sideways
Tongue curls round every branch,
Sealing every inch within
his icy circumstance.
He calls through whistled woodlands
Crows counting feathers-fast,
pruning discontentment...
Another autumn nears its past.
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