Cackling beneath the bridge
The fearsome beast, it roars.
Overhead swirling rain pours.
He dwells within the whirling swell.
Little fish flit,
They struggle against the tide .
Battling to stay alive.
It seems to be listening for tottering tootsies,
They fight to stay upright.
Fighting the blast.
Face punching.
The fearsome storm.
Legend supposes a fearsome troll hides neath the slippery pontoon.
I made it over much too soon.
Luckily I missed encountering said troll.
Must not like the weather either.
Hides in his hole.
(C) LIVVI
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 4:23 PM UTC
Cackling beneath the bridge
The fearsome beast, it roars.
Overhead swirling rain pours.
He dwells within the whirling swell.
Little fish flit,
They struggle against the tide .
Battling to stay alive.
It seems to be listening for tottering tootsies,
They fight to stay upright.
Fighting the blast.
Face punching.
The fearsome storm.
Legend supposes a fearsome troll hides neath the slippery pontoon.
I made it over much too soon.
Luckily I missed encountering said troll.
Must not like the weather either.
Hides in his hole.
(C) LIVVI
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