It Looks Like a Twig, It Crawls Like a Twig, It's a ---
The heat is soaring;
No breeze to allay;
Little puff clouds drifting,
Magnolia leaves falling,
No moisture in sight,
A twig lay on the bannister,
Or that’s what it tries to be,
It is a long camouflaged insect
Yearning to be free.
Fly away, twigged bug,
And message the clouds to rain.
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2018
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