A Mound
Today I found, right on the ground,
A giant pile of dirt - a mound -
Right where I walk, but did I balk?
No, since I still could walk around.
I was surprised, but I surmised
That gardeners had been apprised
Of lack of soil with which to toil
So it was left, as they'd advised.
This afternoon was opportune
To pass that spot and there was strewn
A tiny trace of what took place
This early morning, 12th of June.
The mound I'd passed had vanished fast,
Perhaps onto the gardens cast,
Its mystery now history
And certainly far from the last.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2024
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