Mar 07


Once Birch was bought
she left, feeling lost.
She placed covered pawprints
and settled in snow;
found without a whisper.

Oh, zingy old Zanzibar,
we’ll meet after March.
Close behind the barn,
summer ferns will form
your greeted green grave.
About the Author: Sawyer Fell
i have a vision of what i want to do but the picture is too blurry and i can never remember to clean my glasses.