Writer and reader of SciFi, satire, and post-apocalyptic fiction.
When he panicked and forgot
How much he had to lose
And gripped the chair so tight
His arms began to shake
When she gently held his arms
This is new but I know her. We safaried and snorkelledLooked on with amazementAt leopards at sunsetBut it feels like a first dateBut it’s not a first dateIt just feels like one.
They’re everywhereIt seemed to meNo time to stareAt beauty free.
In twos and foursAnd eights and tensTheir numbers roaredThroughout the Fens.