With WonderA Poem by Cherrie10 word contest
Gentle rain so softly fell.
When winters sheer shield crumbled.
Bitter ice is now a puddle.
Master of humor this old gray squirrel
disturbed from his slumber.
Hurries up his tree to gaze at spring’s creation
with wonder. © 2016 CherrieReviews
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