winter winds howl and blow
a swirling terrifying snow
coats abandoned dry oak leaves
as they desperately cling and grieve
for squirrels and bird nest that had been
haunted now by evil djinn
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Micro Poetry at Real Toads this weekend
Now Haunted
A place for poems and pics
rhymeswithbug 
Now I must go investigate every empty hole and nest…
This would make such a yummy story.
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thanks! I feel a story coming on 😉
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WoooHooo!
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The tragedy of small creatures having to survive a severe winter. Wonderful lines Candy!
Hank
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thank you, Hank
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Oh, my. leaves clinging and grieving. YES.
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thanks
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Love the personification of the leaves….it adds so much to this!
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thank you 🙂
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Such a marvellously succinct picture.
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thanks!
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Winter is a terrifying place when winds are howling,
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for sure 🙂
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Micro-poetry about micro-creatures. I like this very much!
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thanks, Carol 🙂
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You’re welcome.
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Very vivid images here! Thanks. k.
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thank you!
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You have us feeling that winter wind. Very good form as well.
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thank you!!
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Sometimes winter acts like an evil djinn, good observation!
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thanks!
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the empty winter nest within the crook of the tree… they do have this feel, don’t they?
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Indeed 😊
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