Toadstool

a late night poem, rewritten from my notebooks – enjoy.

In cold damp and dark

out in the park

a small brown toadstool

sits hiding in the grass

shy and retiring

not best in its class

sheltered by reeds, in the wind and rain

camouflauged by the grass

drinking slowly from the drain

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