A bug's feelers dance,
Climbing high on my window,
Oh no, it fell, dead.
Leaves blow in the wind,
Twisting and flipping - thirsty,
Here comes the downpour.
Puddles
Collect on my sill,
Drip, Splash.
Clouds soar overhead,
The sun kicks off its blanket,
Time to get to work.
Water vapor drifts
Off the pavement, rainfall's ghost,
Ascending upward.
Laughter and yelling,
Kinds in fresh puddles,
Like birds in a bath.
Creator
- Michael Barchetti
- Pittsburgh, PA, United States
- Hi I'm Mike Barchetti. I love the unique and the strange. I am opinionated, and love to discuss things. Humor is the spice of life, because nothing is ever off limits. With that being said, I am a very sarcastic and vulgar person. Besides my love of discourse, storytelling is something that I live for, and whenever the two meet, I am in my element. I'm very outgoing, and like to meet new people, so give me a shout!
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