Postal Princess

This was just the fun result of a prompt given at one of the writers' groups I sometimes attend.

Postal Princess


Lazy summer afternoons
I would climb to my perch.

Hot, sun-baked, metal
seared my skin.

I didn't mind
I was queen of the block,
for the moment.

Sitting on my perch,
I watched the world go by.

Others tried to challenge my position,
but I emerged victorious.

I was the Mistress of the Mailbox,
the Postal Princess
I reigned supreme.


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