Raindrops

My new regime of 'moving more' is proving to be so enjoyable you can expect more walking related poems over the coming weeks (and hopefully) months. 


Tall at the edge of the wood,
A tree listens to gentle plop-plopping
As drizzle-soft raindrops
Splash bare bark and branches
On their journey to the ground. 
Insubstantial as the grey mist
A squirrel rushes through crunching leaves
Floats up the trunk, dodging the smack
Of each watery missile
On its way to the top of the tree. 

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