Peek-A-Boo Poem by Paul Hartal

Peek-A-Boo



The sultry sound of piano
trickles from a window
but the trees stand naked
in the early snow.

No need for a drummer
in spring and summer
sacred canticles arise
birds chirp the musicals.

Then amid ragged rhymes
a bell chimes and a shih-tzu
barks a prose poem at a squirrel
playing peek-a-boo.

Tuesday, December 13, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: animals,nature,play
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