Wednesday 5 March 2014

A bucket of grapes.

The bug it was, inside a wall
Was it a wall? 
What is it? Im unsure;
Vertical I fall

I can see you
I can see the sea
What is this stopping,
My fragile wings to flee?

Legs are slippery
The sun beats through
Scared I may just cook;
My bug eyes to goo.
 
Wolf