Thursday, January 27, 2011

Everyday of 5 Days

Tell me the story about
the clouds.

And the Lark did crane his
neck then crow.

A screech that cracked the 
darkening skies in shrouds. 

I can not get any work done
with you staring so.

And with fractious galumphing
he did wobble along.

1 comment:

  1. They are thick and soupy looking and I think they might be mad at me today. ;) Miss ya.