The Junko

The Junko Oh! Little space invaders on the ground Payne's grey and white, with Mars black eyes so round... Piow-piow-piow-piow-piow...your hailing sound... I watch as you peruse the fall leaf mound. Old Wives' Tales claim your sighting warns of snow. I don't recall a timeframe for it though! And since it's warm, I'm put in quite a throe... In just how this could be...with what I know! Oh! Junko! Little Snowbird, is your name, The weather has not changed, it's still the same! Oh! Prophets of the snow...you play a game... No snow's in sight...looks like this call's for rain! While looking out my window...this I found: A spark'ling blanket...white...layed all around. deborah burch©12.28.16 Form: Sonnet