• Half moon above my head
    Bat flying at night
    Birds flock in the sky
    As the sun takes flight

    Pen scratches on paper
    The page is filled to burst
    Black ink dries golden
    The poems been versed

    Words across the page
    Emotions written in ink
    Things of the heart
    It’s what we think

    The words paint a picture
    Of gold and red mixed with blue
    The sun sets as birds flock
    And the bat flies ever so true