Fire, white, yellow, red Flaming hair spread along The startling beams shot From roof to wall To bed. Flaming city blocks on Fire doused
Danger at the Gallery: Love in Black
I simply knew But she clung tight To my sight of you. Tall and handsome You made quite the pair But you turned And you saw I was there.
The Barn Owls Nightmare
Click this link to read the entire poem I was just a barn owl, living comfortably in my barn, when I dreamed a dream of what was to come, and a sudden wash of wind and earth, whipped up the straw beneath my plump… white plume. Silence of midnights beauties, sounds of comfort and joy, …