Once again I’m behind schedule, poem writing wise.
This damn infection is exhausting me. I spent most of yesterday, after work, sleeping. Doesn’t leave much time for writing. Just a quick one this afternoon. I might be back with another later, once I get home from work.
Quick
Flicking hands and tapping feet
Be quick, a mouse fleeing the trap
Falling around you.
It’s really only the start of a poem; I’ll have to let it brew for a while. Somethingmight be made of it.
Everything Is Better With Dragons 