Perfect DayA Poem by AetherealA little poem about a perfect day.Perfect Day
Pirouetting honeybee bend your little inky knee, bow low to that cherry tree on the first of May. Hey!
Spiders spinning fancy-free webs that build a fantasy catch a nit, a fly, a flea who has gone astray. Hey!
Robins what do you foresee? Do you have a guarantee of worms, maybe two or three, as you look for prey? Hey!
Puffy cloud move close to me. Do you know to what degree I’m part of your pedigree on this perfect day? Hey! © 2014 AetherealReviews
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