Posted by: Jivani Lisa | March 16, 2014

Croaking

Wipers hop, skip and jump
across my windshield.
I cringe at the chilling croak.
Can’t wait to climb in bed
and pull the covers over my head.

Posted in Poetry

«
»

What are your thoughts?

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

Gravatar
WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Cancel

Connecting to %s

Categories

%d bloggers like this: