Chava
02-18-2008, 09:12 AM
I've no idea where this came from, but go ahead and butcher it... :)
That’s it
She thought on Monday.
Whilst painting the wall
A dusty blue.
The music she heard
Was one of empty solitude.
Yet it heartened her so
The deepest of bases,
The rythm of a drum.
The marching of her brush
Upon the walls’ silent hum.
I know
He answered to the morning.
Working towards
The encrusted roof.
The sight of her dark locks
Intruiding upon his solitude.
His face ignited,
In a whiskered grin,
Eyebrows twisted curiously so.
Water from his sodden cloth,
Wipes the ceiling down
Perhaps
Sammy contemplated at the sunset.
Scratching ears
With a dirty paw.
Enjoying for a moment
His position of solitude.
Whiskers mewing gently
As he crossed the padio
With steps to let him go.
That will be my mouse for dinner,
Skittering along the wall.
That’s it
She thought on Monday.
Whilst painting the wall
A dusty blue.
The music she heard
Was one of empty solitude.
Yet it heartened her so
The deepest of bases,
The rythm of a drum.
The marching of her brush
Upon the walls’ silent hum.
I know
He answered to the morning.
Working towards
The encrusted roof.
The sight of her dark locks
Intruiding upon his solitude.
His face ignited,
In a whiskered grin,
Eyebrows twisted curiously so.
Water from his sodden cloth,
Wipes the ceiling down
Perhaps
Sammy contemplated at the sunset.
Scratching ears
With a dirty paw.
Enjoying for a moment
His position of solitude.
Whiskers mewing gently
As he crossed the padio
With steps to let him go.
That will be my mouse for dinner,
Skittering along the wall.