Shelter beneath my wingA Poem by Jon Roggie
Relax,
nothing is going to happen. You are a mouse, and I am an owl. We both know you are normally my food, but not tonight. I am tired, and am unable to take a life. I have seen too much. Tonight, I will ignore my normal instincts, and rest. © 2014 Jon Roggie |
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1 Review Added on September 17, 2014 Last Updated on September 17, 2014 AuthorJon RoggiePorterville, CAAboutI tend to ramble, and rarely explain myself. Take that as you will more..Writing
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