The stirringA Poem by AKhaus
Hear it rustling in the weeds
Hear it digging deep Hear it gnawing on those reeds as the water rises to its feet Hear it scurry, quick and wild Hear it laughing all the while Hear it coming near It’s the stirring of you in that mirror You didn’t notice the story in the eyes Your soul is stirring, searching for another place to hide © 2017 AKhaus |
Stats
46 Views
Added on December 21, 2017 Last Updated on December 21, 2017 |