Rictameter poetry, The corn field
Harvest time has arrived.
Brown husky stalks
Patiently awaiting harvest
Soon the blackbirds will invade harvested field
Thankful for kernels left behind
Combine furrowing field
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My muse is constantly bugging me to take her south to lay in the sun on sandy beaches in Florida. Maybe I will. The election blues have got to go!
I was watching the sunset on a drab, gloomy day, missing my hummingbird's who had already flown South, and watching my squirrel, Squiggley store pecans for the winter when my muse took flight.
I've been somewhat afraid to travel due to the terrorist attacks throughout the world, but my psyche decided to speak up and make me rethink about living again.