creak crunch squeak
creak crunch squeak
fluttering bird song
creak crunch squeak
chickadeedeedee
ravens croak
ravens croaka puffed up grey jay
on the road there is 'talk' in ones step this cold
on the pond snow blown about, slightly hardened
on the edge of the forest sinking knee deep
on the creek there is deep holes
at the spring i can't find no water
creak crunch squeak
that's the sunny sound of me
1 comment:
Thank you for this poem... it fits my day too :)
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