Chauntecleer was proud
the fox was even prouder
Pertelote knew this.
by Scooj
Chauntecleer was proud
the fox was even prouder
Pertelote knew this.
by Scooj
Other poetry
scares the living daylights out
of me; not ready.
by Scooj
Sitting bolt upright
in bed, too frightened to sleep;
shadows leave the room.
by Scooj
The poison in my
blood that keeps me alive will
be the death of me.
by Scooj
Resting in Spring sun
natural soft down pillow;
no synthetics here.
by Scooj
Hostile alien
ornamental, unwelcome
in the native lands.
by Scooj
It’s hard not to beat
yourself up after getting
mad with your children.
by Scooj
A wedding present
bathed in glorious sunshine
I sit with eyes closed.
by Scooj
Cascading florets
casting out subtle purples
and pinks. And the scent.
by Scooj
River of blossom
sweet-scented and soft to touch
let me bathe in you.
by Scooj