A four line poem about: the eclipse.
We had a lunar eclipse here this morning around the same time I was loading up the truck to go to the market. So, of course, my poem is about a solar eclipse. I can be like that sometimes.
The market itself was rather... slow. Not a lot of people, not a lot of sales. But it was good to sell off some of our excess potatoes and squash.
Don't stare at the eclipse!
Leave that choice up to me.
It's really pretty, don't you...Aaagh, my eyes! I can't see!