by Elizabeth Wrobel
Looking outside and what do I see?
A squirrel zipping up that old oak tree.
Looking outside and what is there?
A butterfly fluttering without a care.
Looking outside and what is that?
A white-tailed deer leaping through the yard in back.
Looking outside and what is it I’m seeing?
Animals welcoming the sweet days of spring.
About the Poet
Elizabeth Wrobel writes for both kids and adults in the Northwoods of Michigan. She’s been published in books, magazines, e-zines, and online. Her latest poems have been published in Pure in Heart Stories and The Dirigible Balloon. When she’s not writing, she’s reading and spending time with family.
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