I counted till they danced so
Their slippers leaped the town --
And then I took a pencil
To note the rebels down --
And then they grew so jolly
I did resign the prig --
And ten of my once stately toes
Are marshalled for a jig!
the clouds retreat,
revealing hilltop ruins:
a ghost in stone.
hill slope trees
like staggering figures:
soon swallowed in fog.
Tell us about the last thing you got excited about.
Going for a walk this morning. (I’m like a dog that way…. except I don’t pee during my walks… usually.)
in summer sun,
some evergreens look frosted,
as if snow-laden.
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