#332 Soft Buds

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332Soft

All I can say is my usual: whatever it is. Ronovan has a much better explanation, though:

There she is again
Staring at us with that thing
We hide our eyes from her
But we peek from behind a bud wing

I wonder if she would keep snapping
If she knew what came before
Yes, beneath her stems
A cat relieved . . . on the forest floor

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13 comments on “#332 Soft Buds”

  1. There she is again
    Staring at us with that thing
    We hide our eyes from her
    But we peek from behind a bud wing

    I wonder if she would keep snapping
    If she knew what came before
    Yes, beneath her stems
    A cat relieved . . . on the forest floor

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    1. Hahaha 😀 OK, this is clearly your funniest poem ever — I was laughing so hard when I got to the end of the poem that my husband asked me if I was having a seizure.

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        1. I’m greatly looking forward to your Monday blog hop post (or whatever it’s called — the series for which you kindly nominated me too) — I understand you’ll be answering questions about what inspires you etc. I’d love to know!

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