Aug 2020
the moon
slowly retreats
while
the sun
goes into
the offensive
the quiet
screeches
of an owl
become
the lively chirping
of blackbirds
and the
darkness is
driven away
by the
warm morning light
slowly retreats
while
the sun
goes into
the offensive
the quiet
screeches
of an owl
become
the lively chirping
of blackbirds
and the
darkness is
driven away
by the
warm morning light
i really have a bad sleeping schedule lol...
also check out my other poems! :)
also check out my other poems! :)
