Sprung up overnight
The scattered monoliths
Turn passionless faces to the dying sun
They bear their silent burden
And blindly endure
Their relentless march toward ruin
Shall We Play? [New] (4 line poem)
Stanley is our one-year-old male cat who is gaining competence at killing birds.
Stanley eyes his prey in the scrubby grass
Waiting patiently/eagerly for a fatal moment of distraction
It comes, and so does he
Shall we play?
Poetry [New] (3 line poem)
Poetry is like writing
With very short sentences
And frequent line breaks