Jazzy: A Tanka Poem

Nothing Gold Poetry.

White dog, brown poopy

The squirrel watches intently

I sit inside

Thinking about garbage eaten

My friend, that is not a nut.

Photo0022.

(The inspiration for the poem)

I decided to try something a little bit different. I learned Tanka poetry at When Words Collide and I thought I’d share something a bit funnier than my usual fare. Like? Dislike? Comment.

 

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