Affinity Poem by soren Barrett

Affinity

Rating: 5.0


I was sitting in my chair
When a catapiller came along
It had beautiful white hair
But one of its antena was bent wrong
It had a red spot on its head
I had never seen one like this before
Fearing an itch, don't crawl on me I said
And I carried him 20 yards to the road afore
Ten minutes had not passed
and he was back again, by my foot
How had he moved so fast?
I carried him to a mighty oak's root
I watched him climb the tree
Each branch he choose with care
Until he was over head of me
Then he dropped back into my chair

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Michael Cochrane 16 July 2022

Well written excellent

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LeeAnn Azzopardi 15 July 2022

It's always the way Another Brilliant poem

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