AvaClaire

Something was shining in the tree,
Gleaming in the sun.
It wriggled with such might
that I stopped to look.
Though it was snared on the limbs, 
I could still make out its round body,
A balloon.

Amid the boulders
It sits on silent haunches
Eyes piercing through the foliage
A brown creature sleeps
Fawn curled by its neck
In the early morning light
They rest in the brush
Calling a patch of moss their bed

Sitting in class
Their back resting on the blue plastic of their chair
They know the topic
Breathed the research like air
Felt the words soak into their heart
Like butter on bread
Listening to the opinion of others

The grass grows green.
In a place I call my home.
Shining bright in the morning sun.
Glistening with dew.
It grows over hills.
Spreading far enough to kiss the leaves in the forest.
A timid frog hops between the blades.

There's a river by my house
snaking through the pines,
ducking under the bridge.
In the summer,
its murky waters turn brown,
as chilled as ice
even on a hot day.
Crayfish scurry over algae-covered rocks.

A baby cried
Tucked under a mother's bouncing arm
Two old women talked
Their coin purses pinched between gloved fingers
A boy graffitied his name on the window
A girl stuck her gum under the armrest
Clearly tired with the flavor