Bedtime At Grandma's
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A "Butterfly" Cinquain.
Small one
Playing is done
And your bedtime has come.
Wind is moaning
rafters shifting.
Listen.
Inside closets
ghosts are sniffing.
Dare not move. Dream you fly.
Sun in your eye
Morning.
Butterfly Cinquain
Gene Bourne.
07-05-14
Copyright © Gene Bourne | Year Posted 2014
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