Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
| The Fall Jack climbed up to the top of a tree, looked around to see what he could see. Saw his new neighbor up in the spruce, yelled out, so what's the gnus, old Man Bruce? Nary a monster out for a walk. Old Lady Lily as white as chalk. What did she say about the dead tree, the one they chopped down at half-past 3? Good riddance, she sighed, silly old goose, ugly old oak, no longer of use. Don't see a zombie out for a stalk. Nary a ghost with whom I can talk. © Kåre Enga [182] (29.novembrr.2025) 12 lines for November
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