
The silken thread was broken by a family of hungry honey seeking bees,
But all was not forsaken, the wind still blew between leaves.
As the dust swept up, a sign of winters approach,
She felt the leaving of summer with a reproach.
Still much to do and no time left on the clock,
She would have to hurry, there could be a shock,
Juggernaut trucks rattle down the road quick,
Pay them no mind; she had her own trick.
Winter, endured in her very special way,
A stack of books and a long sleep, make this black bear’s day.
© NopeNotPam
magic rhyming and so love your use of the prompt words, masterfully done Deb!
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A nice crescendo to a lovely ending
Bravo 👏
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Thanks Michele 😊
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Oh a black bear! Great use of the words Deb.
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Thanks Sadje, what else would it be 😉
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Brilliantly done! KL ❤
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Thanks
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