Be My

  My Bod 

I have but one body 

Or can you find some more 

nobody's somebody 

Anybody might care 

especially Mrs. 

Peabody's big girl 

She was my Valentine 

Mrs. Peabody's daughter 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2024, All Rights Reserved 

 - Photo Copyright, Jimmiehov 2006, my stickman art  URL

 - I am linked with Rosemary for Friday Writing #126 at  (now 189)

  https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/

where 

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. . Rosemary has asked us to write a poem or story (or a few) in only 160 characters including title and spaces. (If you choose to write more than one, please put them all in one post and make sure that collectively they don't exceed our 369 word limit.) 

. . A flop I'll try again.  (You might figure I've improved)

My Woods Walk

  

    Introduction to the poem

Written by a man who has no close friends

Grew up on a farm closest was his dog 

(Married now he and wife joined at the hip)

    Morning's Rising 

The woods were mine that morning 

Mine and the birds all around 

Adi my Beagle stayed home 

'Twas way to cold for her  

Birds were singing all around 

Mocking bird returned my call 

"Who cooks for you" was my call 

"Who cooks for you" its return 

A little squirrel jumped down 

Came after some nuts I'd thrown 

Quickly it had company 

Quickly all the nuts were gone 

Bread crumbs for the rabbits 

They timidly watching me 

Softly, quietly they came 

Bigger pieces they ate first 

Gray Wolf on the hill  howled 

He howled to those down below 

Famous art seemed to have known 

Posed like the one on my wall 

Early morning had brightened 

Peaking over horizon 

Timidly the sun came up 

It was time to feed my dog 

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 - Photo and poem Copyright ©️ jimmiehov 2025 

 - I am linked with Lillian at dVerse https://dversepoets.com/  

 - I am also linked for Susan's prompt at What's Going On - a Weekend with Friends