#317
Sightings
Gray as the tree bark,
Thin as a string,
Faster than whiplash,
This small autumn thing,
Alongside the driveway,
Just disappearing,
Into the leaves,
Some serpent's offspring.
#317
Sightings
Gray as the tree bark,
Thin as a string,
Faster than whiplash,
This small autumn thing,
Alongside the driveway,
Just disappearing,
Into the leaves,
Some serpent's offspring.