![]() SquirrelA Poem by Gerald Parker
Has the pinched face
of a mendicant monk, wears a grey habit, scurries busily from matins to vespers, makes frequent stops, hands held together as if to pray, then forgets and does another little run, shows off doing irreverent tricks, flicking his trailing scarf. © 2019 Gerald ParkerReviews
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1 Review Added on February 11, 2019 Last Updated on February 11, 2019 AuthorGerald ParkerLondon, United KingdomAboutThere's not much to tell. I read a lot of poetry and I read my own poetry regularly. I hope other people read it and derive as much pleasure out of it as I do. My output is small, about 110 poems as I.. more..Writing
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