Page 30 - Winter Poetry 2018
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As playful as puppies
Fluffy Skies
A bunny filled sky
Is seen up high above
As dark turns to blue
The critters wave hi
As the day passes
Creature begin to jump
Animals run through bright skies
Evening settles in
The air dies quickly
Beasts quiet all around
Now left all alone
Goodnight. sweet dreams.
Fade to sleep
Tomorrow cottontails will rise
To run wild again
Amalia
