Rain
Rain
By: Tom Wright
3/20/2006
The grass that was has disappeared
And a killdeer has lost its legs.
The squirrel that buried fall’s pecans
Is now stranded atree and begs.
The noises of frogs now fill the air
No happier time for one to be.
The weatherman tells me that soon
Water will be up to my knee.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2019
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