"Express it in Eight" Poems written mostly for me, for fun and for anyone who drops by. |
| Wolves have to eat the sheep to wear its clothing Roused from sleep, she stretched, sniffed the air and followed the promises there. She slid past us silently, her gaze fixed, her claws out and sharp to use should any creature be a rival for her prize. Suddenly, she pounced in a frenzied attack. I sighed as she consumed the last muffin Lucy had broken her diet, again. |