Under the tree,
they said!
Keep looking,
midnight stress
just before bed…
Through
the looking glass
i truthfully dread…
Midnight loneliness
being alone,
in a cold winter bed…
Morning woke
chirp, chirp
–
–
–
seed!
Yes, seed
and just a little bread..
Out into the cold
to those little friends
i lovingly feed..
As for me..
Off to Starbuck
coffee bagel, wifi
and my mail
i carefully read..
Life of a toad
and home
in the witches
thread…..
Piece write on
a memory of a dream
one day ahead…
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