Place a twig

Caught on my feet,

Drop it fall


My Sweet!

Can be done

By spring again,

Another twig

Before the rain.

Wind, not

Season bring,

Until my first

Until I sing.

Sky, cool to

Wings He stray,

Returning quick

Another hay.

Test flight


Can wall.

Can stand.

A twig, not twine,

My Teammate’s mind….

Shrug lug

Round rim

Cross cut,

Lodge in!

Now warm

The hedge

With glee,

So soon

The place

For three.

--Joe M., Adult