Thursday, February 25, 2010

An Ode to Sticks and Leaves

by Annie

O sticks and leaves
Thy earthiness and crunch
With fresh snow weaves
A delectable lunch
No flower shall be spared
No bush left unchewed
By my nibbling jaws
All for myself; nothing shared
Though I hate to be rude
These treats are for only my paws

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