Gnome Poem: Winny and the Squirrel

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”