OVERGROWN

OVERGROWN

A house left to decay.
What a sad sight today.
No family in sight.
I gaze at it in fright.

Trees and bushes overgrown.
A darkness sets the sad tone.
Hedges block the sunlight.
Nothing lets in the light.

I can hear the creak of old bones.
The house settles with moans and groans.
It looks at me with mournful eyes.
I will buy it and take the prize.

THE LONE WOLF

Howl at the moon young wolf.

Will anyone answer you?

Does anyone care?

Howls soon accompany

the lone sound.

Notes varying in tempo and pitch.

In tune together in their quest

to raise the moon.

The moon shines down upon them,

in acquiescence of their mournful sounds.

All is right with the world.

Life is in perfect harmony.