Time on my hands

A turtle bonds near a pond

 
The cat sees finches fond

 
My daughter's dog naps so strong

 
Mr. Spider a face so long

 
Orange beak, grey eye streak on dollar strong

 
The Blenny in her salted bath ends the song

 

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window by Richard de Dale We speak of forgotten sins to boast and pass the time, With laughter in our mouths our souls attempt sublime, Is confession the only cure for ignorant despair? A public cry for absolution fills the air, Thus man in consolation begs forgiveness fair.   Picture source  unknown   Poetry blogger (all poetry and art work not credited is possession of this blogger) 
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