In A Milan Yard

Underground Friend

Autumn's touch is a

Cool kiss

To the sun-filled days.

Nights have changed ways.

Must mosey down

The oubliette

Where jagged teeth

Are unable to get.

Throw me something

Yellow and sweet,

Friendly fellow,

Whenever we meet,run.

What we do somehow know,

Though, is all factotem

Must soon rest upon

The Supplicant's wintry quest.

Reviews

[sweetsweet22]

absolutely lovely, love it