No Where To Go, Another ‘Fluff’ Poem

Husk with a wrinkle,

Fluff with sunlight twinkle,

Bug is standing deftly,

Despite a breeze so swiftly,

Flippant to the wind,

Though the fluff is growing thinned,

Waving to and fro,

Guess he has no place to go.

Another ‘fluff’ piece 😉

I am always amazed at the interesting things for us to see when out and about.

Word of the Day Challenge: wrinkle

Fandango’s One Word Challenge: flippant

Thank you for visiting and have a great day!

Jim Sponseller – – 2019

Published by Jim Sponseller

By day, a programmer of computers, by night a masked crusader on the front for justice! errr....erm, no. I do create art and writing for everyones enjoyment at

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