She peeks out,
Obscured mostly by roses,
Flowers sniffed,
By delicate noses.
An uninvited guest,
She doesn't exactly belong,
But a sweet alluring scent,
Has brought her along.
The aroma holds her hand,
Leading her to the table,
Before tea-party guests arrive,
For she works in a mere stable.
She takes in the garden,
Fruity and flowery all around,
Delights set out to eat,
The leaves barely turning brown.
She doesn't remember taking it,
But a peach is in her grasp,
The stable girl takes a bite,
Flavour is hers at last.
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Pawsitive Poetry
PoetryThis poetry thing is mighty hard, but I'll give it a go. Featuring my photography ;P (still need to take photos for most recent chapters) Highest rank // # 378 in Poetry, 4/18/17 First rank? // # 911 in Poetry, 3/24/17
