Hey everybody, here’s some more! #4 is a pretty lighthearted ditty about the joys of coffee. #5 is an imagist poem about a bridge. #6 is called a cinquain, which has 5 lines. The first line has 2 syllables, then 4, then 6, then 8, finally two again.
Mild spoilers. I give away nothing that is plot-central, however.
Yes, sometimes I wax poetic. This happens to be something I’d written in about five minutes several years ago on a small pad of paper. One of our cats or curious children must have uncovered it, and I took much of today tweaking and reworking it. I hope you enjoy!
Sorry 2:30! It’s not that bad 😉