My Observation
By Ignatius C
Leaves as long as fingers
a creek burbling hungrily
ants make fresh tracks on a fallen tree
I stand on a lichen-covered rock shelf
the clouds whir
wa-raa-maa wa-raa-maa
the birds yarn
Leaves as long as fingers
a creek burbling hungrily
ants make fresh tracks on a fallen tree
I stand on a lichen-covered rock shelf
the clouds whir
wa-raa-maa wa-raa-maa
the birds yarn