At Loch Ness
Staring hard
she believed
it was there.
But no luck
as she prayed
for a glimpse.
As she sighed
it crept up.
Her surprise...
a tricube written 28th January for Sara's contest
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2023
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