Spy Poem by R.Benjamin Abate
Spy
I could see the moon
While the sun
Was still shining
Squirrels popping
Their heads out
From behind trees
Frogs leaping
From Lilly to Lilly
The breeze touched
My neck hair
Like I was in
Some foreign film
Birds were
Looking at me
Suspiciously
While a bee
Flew by like
A.38 special
I found
A fox hole
& the fox
Soon came out
Telling me of
The Greatest
Russian spies
of all time
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