Creative Writing and unfinished business…
April 18, 2015 § 2 Comments
newts play dead
beneath old flower pots –
averting my gaze
Image courtesy Helen Percy
Tagged: creative writing, haiku, newts, poetry, spring
O I couldn’t live with that. Almost as bad as snakes. We have neither here where I live and I have evolved without them!
But they don’t do anything, Bruce! Just lie about all day in big happy families. Now snakes… a different matter entirely…
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