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Hearkening
Some days are chimed by gentle wind
and nimbostratus gray
almost as if Poseidon grinned
upon the land for play...
so no extremes of hot or cold,
or shadows and sunbeams,
would strike a critter as too bold
for critter self-esteems.
Thus the furtive squirrels draw near
when that state of affairs
reduces all their rodent fear
about their weather cares.
But Poseidon's weather command
at last must call it quits,
at keeping dry the squirrel land,
with nimbostratus spritz.
The wind picks up and more leaves fall
and skies return to dark
where no moonbeams will fall at all...
when chimes to raindrops hark.
and nimbostratus gray
almost as if Poseidon grinned
upon the land for play...
so no extremes of hot or cold,
or shadows and sunbeams,
would strike a critter as too bold
for critter self-esteems.
Thus the furtive squirrels draw near
when that state of affairs
reduces all their rodent fear
about their weather cares.
But Poseidon's weather command
at last must call it quits,
at keeping dry the squirrel land,
with nimbostratus spritz.
The wind picks up and more leaves fall
and skies return to dark
where no moonbeams will fall at all...
when chimes to raindrops hark.
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