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December 13, 2017

Flimsy Fancy - {A Poem}

A poem, of sorts, for my lovely readers...

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fierce as a dragon pup
sly as a white-tailed fox
sleek as a porpoise
flighty as a fairy tern

faithful emotional frequently fidgety
frosty eyed fumbling for fair-feat'ed folly
flimsy and filmy and far-too-fast blundered
billowing backwards in bucketed breezes
bunching together in towering thunder
thinking it thoroughly through till all tipsy
tipsy and tottering trundling topward
tip-top and tip-toe till taffy-hilled hollows 
hiccup and hillock and heretofore harbour
harbringer hallowed and happy in hollow
hill-folk all heat-soaked and silly with splendor
splashing and sploshing and spilling all silky
swish-swashing sideways through sunken sand slipping
sliding and swirling and sweeping self southwards
softly silently sleepily swooning
swiping till shrunken all scorned to the distance
dallying dancing in drill-wardened doom
dusky and dazy and dreamily deeming
dashing young marmots
will dance
through
the moon



Signed by a pygmy shrew, 

Squeaks.

1 comment:

  1. I felt like a feather floating on a breeze.
    mom
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