In response to the prompt
Falling snow, covers the ground
Over hills and more – wind is only sound
On a patch of land – some Y shaped feet
Towards a pond coming down the street
Perhaps they’re on a hunt for some food
Rallying in number – Not being rude
In parallel cyclists head through the snow
Navigating the way to the warmth the go
Towards the house leaving trails with glee
Some little feet – my nephews, heading home for tea!
Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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