Monday, February 7, 2022

18/365 - Your Guess Is As Good As Mine

 

 Photo credit: Robsalot (that's me!)

Why is there a doll

hanging from a tree

with a smile on her face

for all the world to see?

Did someone brush her red hair

and polish her red shoes?

Was she loved and cared for?

Was she someone's to lose?

Or perhaps her situation is a result

of longstanding sibling rivalry

A moment of contention, an ultimatum,

a threat not taken seriously. 

Or is she more than just a doll?

Is she a red haired sentry?

Standing guard over a a secret clubhouse

hidden amongst the shrubbery.

She must have been loved once, so dearly

but maybe her someone has outgrown her

and so they placed her in this tree

in search of her new owner.

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