Making Sweet Love In the Forest - Poetic Thirst
Poetic thirst
I was strolling through
a beautiful forest yesterday
afternoon taking in
all of the wondrous colors
that nature has to offer
~
Vibrant green leaves
were lush on the trees,
a bright blue summer sky
slipped through the
branches swaying gently
on the breeze
~
A multitude of brown tones
on the assorted varieties
of shrubs and plants
created a mosaic of patterns
beneath the sun
drenched majestic
canopy above
~
When I noticed in a clearing,
drinking from a crystal clear
slow rippling brook,
there stood an old deer,
a white tail I think
and then it dawned on me . . .
old deer rhymes with cold beer!
Coincidence?
I think not.
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