Wee Folk of the Rain
Their mumbling again
Wee folk of the rain.
Each word and each syllable
A lisping, spat out.
Yond this dark window
Heard from my pillow.
Off leaf, jumping. Off roof tile
Sliding. One by one.
Of all that drops by for fun
A great turnout.
Copyright © James Watkin | Year Posted 2022
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