For 2025 Poetry Marathon Mile 24 sponsored by Poetry Contest
Outside, by my front door, I count twelve things. Can you count more? When I go out to take the air, a snail and butterfly greet me there, and I always see someone - a lizard out in the sun. A spider plucks his silvery strings which he also uses to catch flies and things. Uhoh, the snail is going somewhere, but a caterpillar beats him there. In the soil, where up spring plants, I see a regiment of ants. They march along in formation, members of the six-legged nation. In the tree a robin sings. Hey, what's that - a hummingbird with rotary wings! Let's not forget to take stock of all the things under the rock. A rolly polly rolls up cuz he's shy. A centipede with a hundred legs strolls by. When you go outside, what can you count? Can you find a higher amount? I'm scared of too many things outside. I'm going back into my house to hide.
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