Last night the nod went poorly.
A full moon hung,
Casting it’s mystical light
Across the land.
Hair began sprouting.
Fangs began growling.
I was howling like a wolf.
Not really,
Just thinking about
The end of my vacation.
Tonight, I sleep.
Chris Hancock 7-8-9
"Every pursuit, no matter what its stated end, has at its foundation purpose, survival, growth, and renewal." John Steinbeck
