This tree loitered behind a pile of rocks.
The neighbors’ dog returned from her Ketchikan junket, which was nice, so I walked the dog.
This tree loitered behind a pile of rocks.
The neighbors’ dog returned from her Ketchikan junket, which was nice, so I walked the dog.
ㅁ No words. Just the cold wind, harassing my wind chime, and the whirrs of a heated home. Awake.
– a cinquain.