The birds are noisy, each flying home to nest and rest The last child leaves the playground Struggling to loosen his father’s grip The leaves rustle whispering to each other the coming doom The dogs stop barking The cats are no where to be seen…
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
The birds are noisy, each flying home to nest and rest The last child leaves the playground Struggling to loosen his father’s grip The leaves rustle whispering to each other the coming doom The dogs stop barking The cats are no where to be seen…