Release
Form: Sonnetina Quatro (dimeter)
We left him there
Upon the lawn
While skies were bare
Of clouds and scorn
Was he aware
Or still forlorn
But Mister Bee
A red rose saw
And now he’s free
To go explore
©JGFarmer2021
Poetry, stories, art, and music from the desk of Jezzie G, a writer without a label