Watching the spirits dance in the moonlight while nursing her new bruises
It made her want to run out there and join them.
She knew she shouldn’t. She knew what would happen. She would never come back.
Pushing off her back step she decided it was better than the alternative.
Puppies and kittens, batting their mittens
And all we can do is say awe
Watching them play, makes the sad go away
Shenanigans that help us guffaw
White Zinfandel sparkled in the glow of the fire
Its hints of sour apple and honey played with
Notes of pine and citrus. The calming taste helped with her stress level
Especially needed since she was watching her house burn
Cloaked in her beloved darkness, she shivered with excitement
As she peered over her city, watching those far below
Putting fear in the hearts of those trying to hide in the night
Enabling her to sense her prey
Know how to fly, little one?
It involves string, cloth, structure, and magic
The first three are needed to make the object
Eventually the last is provided by the young ones watching it soar
Watching the sun make its escape as it sinks beneath the horizon
Everything becomes more magical in that twilight moment
Snippets and whispers of other realms peek from beyond the veil
That opportunity sets as darkness brings down the curtain
Flashing that killer smile, she absolutely enjoyed watching her effect on the Y chromosomes
Of course, she showed none of this. She was a mature woman, in full control of her domain
X chromosomes for the win
Ned thought he had been doing better as of late with trying different experiences
Extra things that his old self would have never even thought of trying
Watching the ground accelerate towards him made him reconsider that decision
Perhaps the big black and white guy didn’t know kung fu
Allison didn’t really care
Nothing made her heart happier than watching him play
Down among the well-chewed bamboo
All the scene needed was a tiger… On second thought, maybe not.
Down to my last chance, I offer a prayer to the lukewarm plastic cubes
I then release them to bound across the table, watching them unleash their chaos
Cartwheeling and spinning among all the possibilities and futures
Eventually coming to rest as tombstones on my luck’s grave