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!
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TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge No. 89, senryu by Colleen
© Ayr/Gray
Come on, let’s go and see this great big tree. It’s very old, as well. Well, so they said.
Okay, it’s probably fun. But who said that?
Does it matter?
Well, I guess not.
A little later...
Wow, it’s so tall, and wide. Let’s walk around.
Ooh, we can peer inside.
More than just peer, we can get in it.
Should we do that? I mean, is it safe?
It will be fine. Come on, don’t be a wimp!
Okay, I’ll come.
And then they both jumped together.
Oh, that’s odd.
What do you mean, odd.
Well… it looks bigger inside than it did before.
It’s bigger inside than outside?
You mean…
Look up there.
Oh.
Oh.
They looked at each other, and then they looked up again.
It’s a…
.
.
.
.
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Posted for The Unicorn Challenge, a magical challenge hosted by Jenne Gray and C E Ayr, where they provide a photo and we, in turn, provide up to 250 words.
