My big brother said to go hide while he counted to a hundred. Then he’d come look for me.
I can’t count that high, but I’ve been here ever such a long time.
I think I’ve found the best hiding place ever and maybe he can’t find me.
From a prompt by Hélène Vaillant of Willow Poetry
And just because it’s such a lovely sunny day here, I thought I’d share this with you: