Youngest Pleas Poem by Charlotte Ballard

Youngest Pleas



Gold light slanting across
Winter bare trees.
All kitties inside
Curled together
Nose to tail, leaving
only the youngest
To plead.

Wednesday, March 30, 2005
Topic(s) of this poem: leaving,winter
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Charlotte Ballard

Charlotte Ballard

United States
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