floating in a thick black sea
was the night's first star
A battle is fought
kicking, tumbling, grappling
and the chick hatches
the tree of rubies
blood red in the blazing sun
was a cherry tree
the sweet melody
of the small featherd angels
has coaxed the sun up
like a small green log
resting on a lush green leaf
a tomato worm
when the rain is gone
just shimmering paths remain
the sign of the snail
the small vampire
feasting on warm thick red blood
is known as a flea
1 comment:
Ben, these are great! My favorite is the one about the sunrise. It's funny, I was just telling Noah about snails the other day and realizing that we don't have any here in our garden. I'm not sure why. So I'll have to find one for him in Dad's garden (shouldn't be too hard to do).
Much love to you!
Brynne
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