September
Singing birds outside my window
Every morning, merrily twitting
Purple tulips when I open the drapes
To let in the light; it pours over my face -
Except when the neighbor is on his mower,
Motor grumbling, closer and closer,
Bedsheets hide me as I curl in a ball, this
Evil noise is ruining my wake-up call! Eventually, the
Roaring subsides, and I’m revived, by nature’s reprise
9/3/11
Received 3rd place in "Fall is Around the Corner" contest
Copyright © Black Eyed Susan | Year Posted 2011
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