Feeding Time
Sun sets, sky glows cerise.
Throw the nets, catch showpiece.
Fish abound, birds take off
All fly round, it's payoff
Birds last meal, night is nigh
Strange feel, gratified high.
17 August 2021
Image 1
6 syllables per line.
Sponsored by: Joseph May
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