poem In the quiet By Cara Thereon on Sunday, April 24, 2016 Magnificent creatures Appear in the night Large eyes aglow On the hunt for prey Share this:TwitterFacebookRedditTumblrPocketLike this:Like Loading... freaks come out at night silly 0 Previous Post Next Post Related Posts poem Slippery poem Bruise Photos poem writing Slender neck
this reminds me of a sylvia plath poem i love, and i love the photo–i imagine the eyes glowing, preying…
Thank you! I considered doing something for sinful Sunday but couldn’t settle on anything
Eerie, I feel I’m in your room with night goggles on observing you sleeping. Now my mind is running wild, Cara.
Who is the prey here?
Me, of course.
I have just discovered your blog and I am enjoying reading you and, of course, admiring you. I shall enjoy exploring.
Thank you for stopping in
Eyes glowing in the night?
Lady, you literally light up the room.
Good thing I’m seeing my Cardiologist this week as I think my heart rate has climbed as few notches. Which as I remember, means I’m alive; so it’s all good.
Hahahaha. Don’t let it beat too quickly. Your cardiologist may grew concerned
…and what prey it is…
::thumbs up:: ::nods head::