Short Stories and Poems

Cats in and out each with their individual meow

grow tiresome running under the groan of the garage door.

something inside them is frantic like me-

a stuck emotion or unexpressed desire

to be out in the cold rain pellets

asleep and unconscious


Their cool damp fur stuck with thistles


the horses  beg for thirds and look wildly into the wet woods.

I am not so different

One response to “Grip”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

%d bloggers like this: