Mama Zen challenged us to write a poem, about a home for a Toad. I love this idea ;D
Fairy houses, were my first thought. When my daughter was six, we moved from Maine to Virginia, and later North Carolina. She didn't want to leave her family-grandparents, aunts n' uncles, cousins or her fairy homes. We had lived close to the shore and had made many tiny homes. I told her, your cousins will check on them. Now you can make new fairy homes, where you live and send them photos. The first home we made attracted a toad, at first she wasn't thrilled. I reminded her that Mr. Toad needed a home, too. Maybe he had to move, like we did, maybe he needs a spot to rest.
"Oh, yes, he needs his own special place, too." We put out fresh water daily and picked moss and acorns, to add charm to his cottage-I mean Toad Abode!
Mama Zen said we were limited to 48 words.
Breeze
of Honey scented blossoms required
a
window to gape at
night
flickers
Old
Man Lichen lives nearby
his
mood cascades onto
stick
gate
speckled
rocks like bird's eggs
on
path
rain
washed treats visit
for
a midnight snack
moist
moss
needed
when
southern spa
sizzles
