My big brother said to go hide while he counted to a hundred. Then he’d come look for me.

I can’t count that high, but I’ve been here ever such a long time.

I think I’ve found the best hiding place ever and maybe he can’t find me.

I WON!

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From  a prompt by Hélène Vaillant of Willow Poetry
https://helenevaillant.com/2019/05/07/what-do-you-see-may-7-2019/

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And just because it’s such a lovely sunny day here, I thought I’d share this with you: