Like pale puddles of water
Abandoned under the brush,
It might as well be a nest of
Snakes. Darn mosquitos
Everywhere, draining the
Blood from bodies.
Tag: nest
Currents
As soon as we are hatched out
Of our eggs and leave the nest
We get our wings and learn
How to fly
First we take short trips that
Scare us and tire us
But our curiosity and desire
To see what is out there
Urges us to soar to the heights
And look down at the world
We live in
Wordman of Alcatraz 