The ground is covered white completely
Not a warning; it must have snowed all night.
The bunnies were seen in their usual places,
Little behind three, New into one.
poetry - jack sender - all of my life
The ground is covered white completely
Not a warning; it must have snowed all night.
The bunnies were seen in their usual places,
Little behind three, New into one.
line ‘em up
i have expressive and receptive aphasia.
how about that
it’ll be warm out soon
It’s cold and the morning light shines golden.
The three deer have left the backyard.
Twenty eight degrees now
Thirty two will be the high.
I think it’s cold for sleeping on the ground.
Haven’t regularly seen much of the deer
So we aren’t familiar with their habits ,
Not like our friends the rabbits
Keep pots and kettles clean
Dress for the occasion
Seems you’re seen in good light
Stay happy, sunshine
My song from the sixties came back
Along with New and Little, the missing rabbits.
Although it’s cold we’re on the right track.
No doubt we’ll fall into old habits.
How did I know I’d run
Into so many cowboys in Hollywood.
They had to be somewhere.
Like the actors they’re everywhere
It’s hard to be a civilian and ignore them
Everywhere you go is the thick of it.
Playing the piano in my garage-studio
Kept me hidden away.