The second of my collections of poems written for "Express It In Eight." |
![]() Mossman Mossman creeping across the bark down low amongst the humus soil a creature of the damp and dark in secret growth his soul doth coil But now in species friendship true a gesture brave and quite unique extends he once a tiny hand to you and you into his world do peek. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 04.26.24 Prompt: As per illustration. |