| Recently written poem, I'm starting to like it more as time goes by... |


Moonlight ParadeSomethings going on outside. From my open window, I can hear the pitter-patter of tiny feet. The noise has me sitting up in bed, my hazy mind whirring as it tries to decipher the sound.Moonlight Parade
My first thought is that the mice have returned, and this time, theyve become too smart for peanut butter in the traps. I can image them, creeping up the wall and over the roof, racing towards the vacancy where I should have remembered to put a screen in. They could easily crawl up the rough stucco that makes up the house; it would only be an overly large rock wall to them. Once at the top, it would be a simple task to scamper across t


Four-and-Twenty BlackbirdsCompared to the fence, little Leslie Borton looked very small indeed. The fence towered over her at such a height, that the monster under her bed would have been jealous. Not that she believed in such monsters, of course. She has outgrown that fear three years ago, just before she had turned five.Four-and-Twenty Blackbirds
But the fence, now that was something to be afraid of. It was tall, nearly three times as high as she was, and it cast shadows that made it seem like the sun would never shine again. Her mother forbid her to go near it, every square inch of it was off limits. Under no circumstances was Leslie allowed to go near the fence, let alone step


The BirdsGrief could not cloud the sky today For the sun was shining way too bright Decaying life would be burned away To make room for birds to take flightThe Birds
Lovely wings soaring through skies Leaving all of their troubles behind Forgotten fears, no more lies Let the tangled web of torment unwind
Trailing feathers sweep the ground They swoop and soar away from their cages Diving off towards the new life they've found One that will bring them joy for ages
Grief could not cloud the sky today For nothing can bring down these old birds They always fly o


Fast CarHe told me he had a fast car He'd drive me off into the night We'd whisk past all the shadows And soon enough, it would be alrightFast Car
He told me he had a fast car We'd ride in style and drive away Nothing there but road and wheels Someday soon, it will all be okay
He told me he had a fast car He'd pick me up and leave this place Yellow on black would lead the way We'd find a way to our own space
He told me he had a fast car We'd always search for someplace new Staying on that rolling highway Until the day our dreams will come true  
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