The loiterer snuck scarily She eyed the performance warily Unconvinced there was no threat She decided to be indirect Crouching behind the divan Her protection the poker held, in hand Ready to hit his head with a twang Her plan is very scanty Her fears make her a vigilante Peeking through the door The loiterer… Continue reading Behind the Divan
Category: fright
Nemesis
Black with eight legs sitting in the corner Web nicely built quite a transformer Sure to eat the flies, must be good order What makes me freak out, I am not a barn stormer Not sure if it was eye contact, but both went rigid Want it out my house, thats my baser instinct I… Continue reading Nemesis
Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery 