Flash Fiction & Poetry
Uprising
Rolling and twisting
in the warm night
It wrestles out from
under my watch
Scratching, swinging
specific with fury and
he looms
Smiling that monster
has no pointed
teeth
But he
but it will
reap the carrots
And waking angry
we’re all in
the shade
today
About the author
A terror on the boards. Master of the tip-in. The quicker putter backer.
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