Daft O’Dills.


I wandered lonely as a cloud appeared upon the horizon

It rained supreme

For a while

And then it went away.
Beside the lake,

Beneath the trees,

Near the family having a picnic

Was an ants’ nest.
And fluttering and dancing in the breeze

Was not allowed – according to the signs dotted around the water’s edge.
Some daffodils grew there;

But, I shall barely give them a dimension.

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