Playing Opossum
Oh sweet little ’possum
You’re playing too close to the road
On the black pavement
They don’t understand your game
Oh sweet little ’possum
How misunderstood you’ve been
They saw a fiend when you wanted a friend
So I’ll play the game my sweet little ’possum
I’ll try my very best
Laying, Laying, Laying…
Come on my friend
It’s time to get up
We’re too close to the road
It’s time to stop playing…
Oh no
Coyotes in the Corn Maze
Cicada
The trees sway with a song Here for only a moment Echoing the whispers of time I will scream till I am no more And all that is left is a shell Whatever is left I pray that it is good I pray that it is good
The Forgetting of the Oak Tree (A Burning Haibun Poem)
The Scorched Wind
Danielle Krueger is a current student at the University of Cumberlands. She is majoring in Psychology with minors in Missions and Ministry as well as Creative Writing. She is set to graduate in the spring of 2027. Originally, she is from the grassy, plains of Wyoming. In her spare time she loves to cook, craft with friends, and enjoy the occasional movie night.
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