Chapter 6: Predating on Plotbunnies
Like the owl I wake, I rise, I fly.
In the dark hours I seek delicious prey,
Projects to bring to heel before the day,
To satisfy my grasping hands by sunrise.
NaPoWriMo poetry challenge --- This was basically the month-long equivalent of a poetry journal - some creative ideas, some random whimsy, and quite a bit of trying to work through religious frustrations.
Like the owl I wake, I rise, I fly.
In the dark hours I seek delicious prey,
Projects to bring to heel before the day,
To satisfy my grasping hands by sunrise.
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