Daisy Thoughts

Gathering “daisy do’s” and “daisy don’ts” amid life’s proverbial clover. The sun may shine on clouds divine. I think I’ll name the little dog “Rover.” Butterfly near, I think you’re a dear to pollinate the flowers. A winged delight within my sight. I think I’ll look for a four leaf clover. Dove so white in drifting flight soon lost on the foggy horizon. Daisy flowerets Petaled roulette I think I’ll call the yellow cat “Grover.” A bee buzzing here, a bee buzzing there It’s stinger I hope not to feel I’d better run. Stings are not fun. I think I’ll wish for this day to be over. © Debra Squyres