Things You Miss

A thing I'd never seen before
A spider dwelt above my door,
Him or his web I'd never seen
Until we all got quarantined.

Things you miss, you never see,
For more than half the time you're out,
Now that we are stuck indoors
We can sit and look about.

The funny quirks my dog displays
Nooks and crannies come to light,
In the slow lane, time to look
At things oft hid from fleeting sight.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Roper Avatar
May 13, 2020 at 9:17 PM
Gary, i like your take in the contest. Congratulations on your win in Julie contest. Hugs Eve
Smith Avatar
May 14, 2020 at 6:06 AM
Thank you Eve. :)
Gift Avatar
April 21, 2020 at 7:26 AM
true, now that I'm indoor more I have noticed my house is a cave of weird wonders
Krutsinger Avatar
April 9, 2020 at 5:33 PM
"Things you miss, you never see," - this is so telling and reminds me of all the things I have noticed lately I had never cared to make note of before these past few sequestered shelter-in-place weeks.
Smith Avatar
April 10, 2020 at 5:50 AM
Thank you Caren. :)
Wolf Avatar
April 5, 2020 at 1:12 PM
I'll reverse Andrea's comment below: GREAT 'in-look,' Gary! Cheers, Gershon
Smith Avatar
April 5, 2020 at 1:41 PM
Thanks Gershon. :)
Dietrich Avatar
April 3, 2020 at 2:15 PM
GREAT outlook. Love it!
Smith Avatar
April 3, 2020 at 2:50 PM
Thank you Andrea. :)
Marcum Wong Avatar
April 2, 2020 at 8:33 PM
It is so true. I have been cleaning much more and am not bored because I have too much to do. Time is passing quickly for me. I will have to post my poem if it fits the contest rules. Stay safe Gary. xxoo
Smith Avatar
April 3, 2020 at 6:23 AM
Thank you Connie. :)
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