Jul 2014
I hear the call of the wild
& cry not,
for there is no internet
nor will I find with fi,
only the sound
of singing crickets,
the rustling of leaves
& a lone owl hoot.
& cry not,
for there is no internet
nor will I find with fi,
only the sound
of singing crickets,
the rustling of leaves
& a lone owl hoot.
