What Thinking Got Me
I parked the car under a tree
Thinking its leaves would shelter me
Returned to the car, so cool in the shade
On the hood, fresh bird-poop made
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
