They croon for the dusk A chirp to welcome the shift Cawing to those nigh They chime welcomes and farewells Their own sense of time Twilight signals what’s to come Nightfall imminent Cautioning to lull their shrieks
Tag Archives: Poetry
Growing
There once was a story about a girl. She continued to grow, and nothing could stop her. Her family would try, yet nothing could be done. Not books on her head or weights on her legs. Growing and growing until she reached the sky. To the clouds she rose up, higher and farther. Always gazingContinue reading “Growing”
Sunday Vibes
Sundays
Nature vs. Nurture
Make the Joke
Wordle the Turtle
My name is Wordle. No, I am not a curved pipe. I am just your average turtle and my mom thought naming me Wordle would be fun. Wordle the turtle. My friends joke about my name, but I love it because I love rhyming. Maybe I was born into the love with the birth ofContinue reading “Wordle the Turtle”
H.B. Catherine 