Poetry

The night is cold and young

rain assaults the ground 

wind whispers with a native tongue

creatures take shelter all around 

 

raindrops splash cold water stuns

Once green grass now a muddy brown

Warm blooded mammals run

This time the amphibians wear the crown

For them this place is safe and sound

Never hoping for the sun to shine

Water here and there, covers the ground

Always scoping out a meal to dine

Meal after meal was found

Under the moist tree stump, smells like pine

Settling there is bound

Home sweet home, takes the chills out the spine

I just wanted to write some poetry and try it out for once, I may not be a poet but I like to rhyme.
Laugh out loud I’m still proud

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About brownph13

Living to help, helping to live.

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