On the Fence
a feathered bird lit down from the tree;
alas, it floated down like a leaf;
no known moving breath;
It just lit ON THE FENCE...
a running squirrel scarring from tree to tree;
his feet dances;
across limbs and branches;
his tail is waving in the wind;
as he to jumps ON THE FENCE...
O' life is well spent
As the squirrel and bird both sit on
ON THE FENCE...
10/5/19
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2019
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