Three Little Cinquains

Black bear
Big beast, no doubt
Foraging for fresh fish
Minding his own business
Father

Sunset
Extinguished day
Free falling through a hole
Cozy times, like warm fire, blazing
Ember

Pinestraw
Light bronze blanket
Keeps warm native terrain
Weeds fear to grow, it falls like snow
Needles

BONUS:

Cinquain
A hidden fourth.
Born spur of the moment
Hoping for beginner’s fortune
Poem

Cinquain–Shadow Poetry

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