A Poem By SURPRISINGPERSON // 4/2/2018

When darkness
Creeps o'er the land,
When the night
Robes the world in black.
That is when I
Come out to play.

Sliding through
The shadows black,
Padding through
A moonlit space,
Down a bank
To the river's edge.

Up in a tree,
I watch the shadows,
Just a darkness,
Crouched on a limb.

I hear a grunt.
A boar shuffles out
To drink. I drop,
And it is over.


I like this! The rhythm is

I like this! The rhythm is sleek, like a panther. ;)

Damaris Ann | Mon, 08/20/2018

I don’t thrive off of chaos: chaos thrives off of me.

Very creative! :D

Very creative! :D

Joy J. | Thu, 08/23/2018

C.S. Lewis ~ "He died not for men, but for each man. If each man had been the only man made, He would have done no less."


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