Parking Lot Poetry

I spend a lot of time toting kids back and forth, and waiting on them for this and that. Sometimes in those moments - poetry happens. Here's what I came up with today. It sounded fun, so I decided to share.

I buzz to the bee

and it buzzes back to me

as it flits and it zips

past my Granny apple tree

while the brown bird chirps,

and the dragonfly drones

and the teeny frogs ribbet

in their creaky, croaky tones.