Eating Raspberries On A Summer Day.

I hide in your branches
In my reverie.
Around me the sun blankets
As I eat your raspberries.

In my mind I cleverly
Dream up stories.
I am enjoying this revelry.
I have no worries.

Then it’s five-thirty;
Time for supper.
And in a flurry
I rush to my mother.

Oh the joys of afternoon
During the carefree days of June.

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