Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mar 2014
I face the morning star,
bow each morning
praying,
praying fervently
alongside the mantis.

I hear him rub his feet,
it is the sweetest sound.

I face the falling sun,
bow at each dusk
praying,
praying religiously
alongside the crickets.

I hear them rub their feet,
it is the prettiest music.
Jonny Angel
Written by
Jonny Angel  GRB090423
(GRB090423)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems