Pit Ponies And Fireflies
April 14, 2010 by A.R (David) Lewis
Filed under Poetry
I crept out of bed quietly, when the house was asleep, Then out the back door, and up into my tree, This was the way to watch the fireflies play. I settled down to creep into the lives of those not sleeping. The screech of a Vixen, like a maiden in terror, Such a strange […]