Summer, here at last.
Long days, sunlight,
Mosquito bites and beaver dams.
Maple creemees, flower gardens,
camping and swimming, under the summer sun.
Climbing trees, s'mores around the campfire,
walking dogs and singing songs.
Posted in response to the challenge Summertime.
The creature peered out from behind a boulder. Its single red eye glinted in the moonlight. There was nothing but darkness where the other eye should’ve been.
Je suis un corbeau avec un plumage noir. J’aime les bijoux. J’aime aller au parc. Je vois une femme avec un collier. Je veux le collier.
Alors, je fondre sur elle et prendre le collier. Je suis un content corbeau!
Now, I know it may seem common, even shallow —
to answer with such a simple thing,
but 'tis what draws my heart —
the Fox, silver fur, dancing in moonlight.
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