Sometimes you're the bug and other times you're the windshield
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A Bugs Life
Author: Noellie
The best lessons I've learned were in the school of life and class is still in session.
Rolling Smoke
Smoke rolls from Embers into the light
No Escape
You've taken precaution Bites still penetrate
A coat that shines
Ears twitch at each sound Nose points up Smells all around
Replenished
Through the timber and across the lake Haunting loon cries call ravens begin to echo warn
I want
I want to be deafened by touch Sensing only running chills
Visually Impaired
"Who is that old man in the mirror?" dad asked as he looked up with a crooked half smile.
