I Am a Biologist
Their petals feel like velvet
And they prance down a line
Looking like miniature bells
Foxgloves, beautiful foxgloves!
I hide in their meadow
Hoping to never be discovered
Others can do the wash and the cooking
I am studying vegetation
I am a biologist
I am a geologist
I am a scientist
Sister can do the laundry, not me, never me.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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