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.H. Spurgeon - "God’s mercy is so great that you may sooner drain the sea of its water, or deprive the sun of its light, or make space too narrow, than diminish the great mercy of God. "


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