I didn't have extra time today, but I still wrote a poem to go with a quirky watercolor I did a couple of days ago. Sometimes having no time to write is the best time.
Spider and Scarecrow
There was an old scarecrow
all lady-like staid
who had a friend spider
all hairy and grayed
They both spun at midnight
though not the same way
the spider spun silk while
the scarecrow girl swayed
The moonlight fed both
in the field every night
except on the new moon
when dark wasn't light
but still they enjoyed
the evenings well spun
as each of them shared
their own kinds of fun
The spider learned waltzing
despite four left feet
and scarecrow learned weaving
of shawls and silk sheets
While autumn kept creeping
but neither one saw
And then one day - whoosh!
wind made piles of them all!
Ho-hum, autumn's done
Time for snowflake fiestas
and the season of scarecrow
and spider siestas!
by Donna JT Smith, 10-16-2020
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