May 20, 2009
A grumbling, gurgling groan,
A clacking cup collides.
A crunching crinkle,
Crushing leaves in its wake.
A wish and a whirk,
Air speeding by.
A trinkling tumble trouncing about,
Something is wrong and always persists.
A blink, a change, a stop,
A crescendo, a climb, rattles abound.
A trillion tacks, like little cats clawing.
A trembling roar, it takes off again.

Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

Site Feedback