Wednesday, 7 December 2011

Day 7: Lions, Tigers, Bears

I went out hunting for a poem, taking my notebook and pen.  Outside the northwest wind growled in branches, ripping leaves from trees.  I watched a herd of leaves scurrying to the roadside.  Clouds drew stripes in the sky; my ears stung and I wished I had a full pelt of fur to cover my face and keep me warm.

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