Treasure Island

Nicole Buckland

(6/7/94)

Sativa


The rain is comming down hard
on my window
and its cool to touch

frozen like icicals
My fingers seize up

My eyes glisten in the
moonlight
as i step onto the pavement
My shadow is barely there

Goosbumps arise on my skin
My face goes pale and fair

The night is so cool
and the rain has stoped its
fall

Haunting me, following
i hide in the shadows
and hug myself to keep
me warm

Scared but my eyes are
wide shut.

I can hear footsteps behind
me, but their so faint

I take a chance and look
to see whos is eager to be
my mate.

A silky black coat
perky pink ears

Sativa my cat, i havnt seen
her for years.

Submitted: Wednesday, November 04, 2009

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