Winny sat upon the leaf watching for the squirrel thief. It had taken her favorite barrett and chasing him, she’d gotten wet. She fell into the rain bucket; then pulled a tissue from her pocket, not useful-all wrinkled and soggy, her mind took turns, angry and foggy, as water streamed down her face, she climbedContinue reading “Gnome Poem: Winny and the Squirrel”