written on its wide clear face
chin stubbled with tree line
eyes spying mine from behind
tufts of wispy clouds
Is that amusement I see
in those waggling bird brows
could it be that as I delight in it
it delights in me?
"Poetry and Hums aren't things which you get, they're things which get you. And all you can do is go where they can find you." ~ Winnie the Pooh
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