[Lady Jag]

Saturday Morning Alarm

groggy in the morning greeted less by sun than fire in the east bounding toward us Friday nightstands gave fair warning as we drifted off we only smiled and said, 'of course, of course' miffed by our indifference they sounded the alarm with urgency awaking us shaken like a work day rising angry we bullied them down pulled their plugs and attempted a return to slumber thus instead of ready we got caught unrested when fiery sun came bursting through the window and crossed the floor it caught the dog, the foot of the bed and burned us finally as we groaned curses aimed at nightstands went unheard, at least unlistened just two nightstands sitting smugly scowling they will say it serves us right when we go downstairs to make the coffee. Jack Lovelle

[Soaring Feather]

You have to be the Best Poetry Hunter of the Lair.


Really good poetry, graphic is great as well.

[NY Attitude]

So true, so true.