Most of the older trees here are aging well – Crispina Kemp
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It’s a tiny door,
and a tinier peephole,
I know who lives here.
I’m going to knock,
and say, anyone at home?
oh, there’s no answer.
That’s a shame,
shall I try again?
well, why not?
But no, no avail,
oh well, off I’ll go, I guess,
just strolling a way.
But then I popped back,
aha, got you, little minx,
I knew it was you!
~~~
TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge No. 89, senryu by Colleen
