The following is a cinquain poem, a poem of 5 lines with the following syllables per line: 2, 4, 6 8, 2. Try one! They are fun. This is the first of three short tributes to the changing weather I'm planning this week. And now, the poem:
ROBIN
Robin
Cocked head, red breast
Listening to senses
Catching my breath, I wait with him
For worms.
Robin
Cocked head, red breast
Listening to senses
Catching my breath, I wait with him
For worms.
Copyright 2006 JO Janoski
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