The Mortal And Clucking Petal A Poem by jay


The Mortal And Clucking Petal

A Poem by jay

Whose petal is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite happy though.
Full of joy like a vivid rainbow,
I watch her laugh. I cry hello.

She gives her petal a shake,
And laughs until her belly aches.
The only other sound’s the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.

The petal is mortal, clucking and deep,
But she has promises to keep,
After cake and lots of sleep.
Sweet dreams come to her cheap.

She rises from her gentle bed,
With thoughts of kittens in her head,
She eats her jam with lots of bread.
Ready for the day ahead.

With thanks to the poet, Robert Frost, for the underlying structure.

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