2014 Day 28 – Mr Bones

Mr Bones comes visiting
Just before tea-time,
Sits in the garden
Contemplating a pumpkin
In the autumn sunlight
Which shadows the dark sockets
Of his eyes.
The rabbit, being stone,
Doesn’t hear him whisper
Apologetically,
“It’s harvest time.”

 

Note: The prompt was to write a poem based on a photograph. I chose this one:

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