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About This Author
 Writing poetry allows me to exercise my imagination and share it with others. I strive to write for the benefit of the reader using carnival fun mirror images of my life's experiences.
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 Something tells her it's time to fly, Search for a dry crevice to hide, She knows this as surely, As a Ladybug can know, It's safe and warm to be inside. Under a loosened plank of wood, Anywhere cozy and snug is good, Her only wish is to stay alive, To find any cranny to survive, Winter coming to the hood. She hears well the whispered wind, The messages nature will send, If only we could see the coming change, So many of our plans we'd rearrange, To know the joy of winter's end. 15 Lines |
