Scared Shootless
Prickly green crow with fuzzy eyes crept into the meadow last night
Purple thistles cringed when they saw who it was, they knew him.
He was notorious for swallowing their buds and shoots in gulps.
Does he have a name? A cringing wildflower asked. Scared shootless.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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