four corners

He picked a spot and pitched a tent,
finishing just before twilight.

As the moon was appearing through the trees,
he made plans to spread crumbs
in the morning.

Late at night, in the company
of crickets and forest breeze, he fell asleep
with a smile on his face
imagining a bucketful of love
he was to collect from four corners
of fools’ world.


© annie scribes 2017
all rights reserved


3 thoughts on “four corners”

      1. Sorry to hear that. Life is full of tragedies we never see coming. I know this all too well. You are welcome.


say something

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s