Random doodles
on the weathered paper.
I see the days
getting shorter;
nights still denying
my slumber.
Rickety sounds
from underneath the bed.
There are things happening
I cannot explain; yesterday
I was caught off guard
By the sudden rain.
Random doodles
on the weathered paper.
I see the days
getting shorter;
nights still denying
my slumber.
Rickety sounds
from underneath the bed.
There are things happening
I cannot explain; yesterday
I was caught off guard
By the sudden rain.