Puddles - pools of water that form in a small depression on the ground. They last only a few days at most. When one looks into them, they reflect an image, of you, and the things around you. What happens when a mud puddle fades away? Is the image somehow trapped inside of it? Who knows for sure. Sometimes you just have to enjoy them while they last.

Thoughts
An interesting poem to read.

Spelling and Grammar
I don't see any issues with spelling or grammar.

Well, this is the BIG BAD WOLF, and I howl at the moon every night.
HOWLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


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