This is a brief poem for a contest
There was a light snowfall that night.
And there was stew in the crockpot
A strange sound made me want to take flight.
And the MacBook was being read by a tot.
I ran out of firewood
At the same time, I head a strange sound
I asked myself, I wonder if it could
Be James, but he was always so wound up..
Maybe it was just the wind.
Yes, just the wind.