It’s quiet here.
I can sleep on this
Bed of leaves
And sticks
And rat turds.
It’s not so bad.
At least I am alone.
Away from the trolls,
And pricks,
And serpents.
I prefer the company
Of spiders
Beneath this sidewalk shrub.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
It’s quiet here.
I can sleep on this
Bed of leaves
And sticks
And rat turds.
It’s not so bad.
At least I am alone.
Away from the trolls,
And pricks,
And serpents.
I prefer the company
Of spiders
Beneath this sidewalk shrub.