Clumsy and large on a dusty shelf
Clouded with age and cobwebs
She slumps on the narrow wooden shelf
High above eye level view
She collects spiders and dirt
One mouse tiptoes past, pausing a moment
To sniff the slumbering jar
Wandering away with lost interest
Dust collects on dust
Hiding her faded label
And she sits and slumbers
Alone in the attic
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I like how you refer to the
I like how you refer to the jar as she.
I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief
OOOH!
Oooh! Interesting! I llike how you explained the Jar in this very short but very discretiptive poem! I like that about this poem, its short, but you understand, and it leaves you thinking "Wow"!
Very awesome!
Write on!
"Here's looking at you, Kid"
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Write On!