Overnight the grass turned green,
greedily eating up the sun, and
on it robins waltz with worms
while squirrels skip from tree to tree.
Posted by rachel at April 1, 2004 08:42 AM
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Your poem is better than my story about encouraging Ruby to eat a robin. A few years ago James hit a wounded squirrel in the head with a shovel (mercy killing) - maybe you could work these two stories into a poem!
Your poem is better than my story about encouraging Ruby to eat a robin. A few years ago James hit a wounded squirrel in the head with a shovel (mercy killing) - maybe you could work these two stories into a poem!
Posted by: jenell at April 1, 2004 10:34 AM