4:08AM
Underneath the pulling door
behind the farworth tree
I wait for something to begin
an oportunity
a crack of light under the door
a passing breeze of air
the small vibration of a step
treading near my lair
the slightest shifting bit of earth
may disturb my wakeful rest
silver shining drops that hit
the surface of my nest.
disillusion is a weakness
to your emerald eyes
but i stay safe and hidden
waiting where i lie.
That's something i thought up this morning while i was trying to sleep but couldn't.
Current mood: 
contemplative
contemplative