Picture by Azul - 8yr old artist Little tree in a fieldTrunk wide and fatShading grass that is greenWith leaves of greenIn a field of greenBlue sky on top of thatIn the branches in the treeAre there birds?Maybe a family of squirrelsProbably bugsImagine all of thatLittle tree in a field…

A plague on pockets Photo by gryffyn m on Unsplash Pox it! Pox on it all!I care not what he hides Beneath his jeans Next to his thighs.Put his hand thereOr pull it out.He hides his money there.Maybe his time?Pocket, pffft, whatever;I know it’s all a lie. This is for a dVerse prompt: Pen us a poem of exactly 44 words (not counting the title), and be sure to include some form of the word pocket.

Image by Rob Owen-Wahl from Pixabay Ah this should be sweetNot that I should careFor two lines to meetSweet candy upon my tongueCouplets, couples, lines of twoFor me or you or him and her, them and they, shall occurDoes this whole thing have to be two lines?No.Okay, good.You did it again.

ALT: Bruce Lee's Martial Arts Bow