
Leaping
Into this year.
Marching forward each day.
Never look backward, not going
That way
Cinquain

Leaping
Into this year.
Marching forward each day.
Never look backward, not going
That way
Cinquain

Lonely wayfarer?
Or escapee from his hutch?
Black Bunny in the wood
Haiku
Apparently a black bunny lives in the woods at the end of a city street in my town. He has often been seen munching on carrots, lettuce and other greens generous neighbors and passerby’s leave for him daily. No one seems to know where he came from or where he’s going but for now he seems content to hang around and enjoy the neighborhood hospitality. I happened to catch sight of him last week while he was enjoying his morning snack and he graciously consented to pose for a photo

#NaPoWriMo–Day 21–write a poem in the voice of minor character from a fairy tale or myth.
Side tracked
Lost my focus
Following rabbit trails
Did not keep to the beaten path
Off course
Cinquain
Leona J. Atkinson 09-18-13