Grass
every day I go my tree
lets the grass grow and not lazy
I kick the cola and vodka to the curb
as not garbage to me
I see every morning
a multitude of sparrows
prancing the grass for seeds
and what is that to tally
ship shape or else crass
Copyright © Catherine Labeau | Year Posted 2015
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