12th in Pick your Topic & Form Contest (Sponsor: Sara Kendrick)
Judged: 19th February, 2026
The little buck wags his rump at our sky, bangs his last unscathed knee on our latched door. Bullied by a gargoyle's bulbous black-eye o'er the fields of play where his heart could soar. Outside claims the unkept feet of the spry, as busy children of the world explore. How auspicious are white clouds with sunshine and belles in butterfly bonnets of twine!
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