The Summer Searcher Poem by Charlotte Pinkney

The Summer Searcher



Walking, sniffing,
Who can it be?

Drawing nearer,
It’s black,
It’s white!

It’s stopped,
It’s crouching,
It sprang,
It missed!

The summer searcher,
The winter wanderer,
I never,
Ever thought I would see him again!


(this was written as the sequel to Winter Wanderer)

Sunday, November 30, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: winter
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