June days 8 and 9


There's a haiku here, a sure sign of playing poetry catch up!

Solitude
Solitude wraps me in a blanket and offers a broad shoulder to cry on

Newt
A scaled foot in weed,
The eye, watching you looking.
Blinks and disappears.

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