Friday, October 08, 2021

Octpowrimo - #7 - Balance

Surrounded by playful yells,
Alone amongst many!
She looked to play 
With them,  join a few or.... any!

Her longing eyes tell
a story unfamiliar!
She came here every day
And yet,  no one knew her!

There's a game she knows well
Hopping on a single leg!
She races against herself 
With a spoon, balancing an egg!

There are cheers as she excels
Few passing dogs and birds!
She gathers a little courage
To say the fearful words!

"May i play with you", she sells
"I am good at balancing"
Little children find her odd
But need no more convincing.

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