Tall grasses sway in the breeze
gently as rabbits tease
the toads with their speed.
Pond ducks waddle, flap and quack,
Oblivious to the melody they lack.
And nearby a young deer scampers to
join her mother,
For save for the milk, nothing else matters.
Author notes
This is a poem done simply on the spur of the moment, so I apologize if you do not find it pleasant to read.
Written April 22nd, 2005
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good rhythm...Stasya well done!! but you lost the rhythm as the poem drew closer to the ending...
