The second of my collections of poems written for "Express It In Eight." |
| Crawlers Beetle crawls across the floor, spider lives above the door, housefly walks upon the glass, hopper’s looking for some grass. Creepy-crawlies, bugs and all own the world though very small; one day we may go away, insects though are here to stay. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb, 7 syllables per line For Express It In Eight, 08.14.25 Prompy: None. |