The Visitors
Every night
I wait to see,
Who might come
to visit me.
And right on time
the fox I see,
Then another
wait, there's three.
And when they're gone
the oppossum's here,
Until he sees
the skunk appear.
And with the night
about to end,
Coyotes slip.
around the bend.
Now every night
I wait to see,
Who might come
to visit me.
Written by,
Sheri Lynne Evans
August 3rd, 2019
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