Cranky Origami

The wind gossiping
to the tree,
“Your dried leaves are cranky origami.”

The sun complaining
to the moon,
“You’re only half the orb you used to be.”

The lake thumps
to the bank,
“Spitter spatter.  Rub a dub.
Tittle tattle.  Damn, you’re cold.”


2 thoughts on “Cranky Origami”

    1. Thank you. Ever since the eclipse this summer I keep thinking the sun and moon are talking…I have no idea why and know it’s strange!

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