What Time Is the Weather
I pull an encyclopedia on my lap and a brownie jumps out.
He is naked as a blue jay, and he wiggles his things all about.
I am horrified, and yet delighted, weird to feel both emotions together.
He tips his head and laughs and asks me what time is the weather.
What time is the weather? What language is he speaking to me?
What time is the weather? I turn to my kitten Sweet Pea.
What time is the weather? Does this make any sense to you?
The weather is refrigerator pink she replies in no way an updo.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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