A Sonnet Poem by me

Until by Rupina Kim

The season that we have been waiting for
is fast approching with a bitter wind
wooshing in with a loud thunder roar
their free now that autunm wind has resigned

The little animals scurry for food
away they go to find a nut or two
snatching others for their own good, how rude
I would give them if they could have my stew

The twitters look for some comfy maples
visiting from tree to tree as they fly high
some stay but some leave to eat more apples
so they fly to a warmer place bye bye

until the spring breeze comes tearing the cold
will the creatures come out as they are told
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this poem contains the iambic pentameter
and has a rhyme in ABABCDCDEFEFGG format