A Windsock Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

A Windsock



A colored windsock blowing crazily in the stirring air,
against the blue backdrop of the sky, it resembles an
octopus doing it's dance upon the ocean floor.

Doing it's jitterbug before my eyes, makes me laugh,
because it looks so funny to my mind.

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