The second of my collections of poems written for "Express It In Eight." |
| On Being Watched Hidden in the long grass ducking the searchlight’s pass watching from the shadows secret the spectre goes. Silent too his passing a covert trespassing just a mild suspicion fleeting apparition. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 09.25.25 Prompt: Write about a hider in your poem. |