The Priority
On a patch pink
Called a brown skink
Near my bed room
Made a rose bloom
It is such things
There and then brings
Sparks from our soul
Waves in our bowl
In the pond’s froth
There was a moth
I caught it live
Both got in strife
Put it on a
Stack of gray hay
Made sure it lies
Near the skink’s eyes
The skink looked pleased
It rushed in speed
But stopped short of
Grab on moths love
It once looked right
The eyes shone bright
Turned its head left
In a move deft
My, oh, my, a
Skink pink and gray
On a tree stem
Now two of them
Both rushed and met
A lot of sweat
Colts from old Troy
Huge flood of joy
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February 3, 2018
128 Words - Poetry Contest
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