(Poem 10 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
There once was a girl from Cedar Park
who hopped on a horse on a lark.
The Shetland was mad,
so the girl was soon clad
in dirt, bruises, and bark.
@Home Studio – 10th poem of the year
Runner ups for the AI girl and horse photos to accompany my poem:
(Poem 4 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
Well, hello there little bird.
Care for a bit of bread?
You’ve been eyeing it
quite obviously for the last
few minutes. Don’t play coy now.
Come closer if you expect
me to share. A good look at you
the price of the treat
sprinkled with sugar and
cinnamon like the
feathers on your breast.
Your yellow eye stares
at me as you steal a piece
and side step a hop or two
to safety. You better hurry.
That larger blackbird
thinks the rest is for him,
his giant claw stomping,
claiming it for his own,
his beak ripping to bits
the delicate layers you
so gently speared with grace.
@Genuine Joe’s mid-day – 4th poem of the year
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