Cracking and breaking,
Overflowing with worry, the
Lukewarm sky came crushing
On
Us. That’s
when we saw it – the
Red tail
Of an autumn squirrel,
Firing through the park, playing
Hide-and-seek,
Oh, there it was again!
Peeking from behind a bush…
Everything was going to be fine.
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur
Во - про белочку тоже круто. Даже без учёта этих тонкостей с первыми буквами - просто хороший стих.
ReplyDeleteЯ рада!
DeleteWell, you are right: the poem has all the elements :-) You capture the squirrel's movement well.
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Thanks, Margo, you are very kind! :-)
DeleteGreat fun this one, and I enjoyed reading it! :)
ReplyDeleteOh good! I'm glad! :-)
DeleteBrilliant accrostic - they are so difficult to do.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Viv! Always so nice to hear from you.
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