My first "attempt" at a HexSonnetta. NOT for the contest! Quite challenging, at least for me.
Lying on the hilltop like moments in a dream, the beauty so extreme, when the blowing winds stop I look through the treetop and spy a monotreme. Platypuses pass by as wombats waddle through, followed by kangaroo. Emus could never fly but they will always try or wind up in a stew. Strutting mist, slow and proud animal shapes in clouds. 08/18/15
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