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Waking from my sleep on a dark, chilly day
Preparing for another early morning to play
Pulling on my warm jacket and stocking cap
Heading out the door without need of a map
Making this early morning journey once again
Walking down a street where many have been
Moving hurriedly while struggling with numbing, frigid air
Searching a pocket to discover my gloves are not a pair
Being discovered, a nervous rabbit hops away
Seeing me, he certainly doesn’t desire to play
Crossing the street, a black cat stares back
Slithering away, she doesn’t cross my path
Freezing my face, the frosty air feels bitterly cold
Hurrying along with a pace that is rapid and bold
Writing poems has always been nearly impossible for me. I just can’t seem to get the right words to match the mood, so I admire your work. Maybe I overthink the whole process. It sounds cheesy, but I hope you don’t mind that I’ve nominated you for a Creative Blogger Award on my blog. Please check it out and thanks! Keep writing those lovely poems! 🙂
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