Home Is My Quiet Place
Which other lovely place could be
so remote and silent,
if not this room where thoughts
turn into sweet verses that enchant.
A fake hawk guards the wide window,
its face with red eyes keeps
those noisy kids away
while the cuckoo clock laughs and sings!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2012
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