Your Poetry Reader _ #1. Acorn Plants
"oh, my, god."
her low voiced scream was placed.
sorrow and grief,
all the victims weren't necessary.
It was the accidental murder of the vicious cat
ate the whole plants of her
beloved boy with one eyeful eye.
The acorn plants : not a tree yet,
was dried as if it had been out for sun,
the root of tingly ball was still (barely)
attached on its ring-wormed legs
your poetry reader,