The little MOUSE
Began to GLARE
And stamp his tiny feet
“We are not ALIKE,”
He fumed at the big rat.

Georg’ann

While the green of the beans changed hue in the STEAM, softening the taste, she began a slow DANCE inspired by the softly falling snow, wondered on the structure of each FLAKE. Were any two ALIKE struck her as an odd notion to ponder in the presence of such delight.

Heather