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Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge
Somehow, we have come up with two haiku this week, and I quite like the first one best…
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Frosty Fate…
The grass crunched under my shoes as I trudged towards the empty birdfeeders. The cold quickly found its way through my thin shirt, and the air hurt my throat and lungs with each breath, but the birds were hungry, and my conscience would not let me rest indoors. My fingers, never fond of the cold,…
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Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge
Somehow, we have come up with two haiku this week, and I quite like the first one best…
-
Frosty Fate…
The grass crunched under my shoes as I trudged towards the empty birdfeeders. The cold quickly found its way through my thin shirt, and the air hurt my throat and lungs with each breath, but the birds were hungry, and my conscience would not let me rest indoors. My fingers, never fond of the cold,…