Sparrows gather
beneath the elm, morning chant
cat sits in wait
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whistling wind
grassland due south
scarecrow lost his hat
~
crystal gems
wintry garnished scenery
I slipped and fell
© Tournesol ’15
Tournesol dans un Jardin 
Ugh! Those naughty stray cats! The neighborhood stray killed all the doves at my house, sadly. 😦
Still! I like how you’ve handled “surprise” here. 🙂
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Thank, kiddo:)
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That’s nature I would say … nice way of approaching surprise Cheryl Lynn
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Glad you enjoyed it, thank you:)
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I fall when I am distracted by nature – surprise
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Well that has happened to me too but this poem was not me falling for real:)
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But what a way to go down! (I hope you didn’t hurt yourself too badly though.)
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You`re so sweet, Martha. This was fiction:)
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That is a relief!
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To slip is the danger of winter..
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Yes, well I`ve confronted Mister Winter this year and put studs on the soles of my boots now. The icy sidewalks have not melted since Jan 1st but I showed ’em 😉
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