I am trying to be happier. Keep in mind that some of this stuff is from my archives, things I wanted to get out for awhile. Thank you for putting up with me, this is the second poem of the day. This is A.B. trying hard to catch that squirrel!
Come closer good things, while the birds ding and the bells sing. Come across to this house that’s settling. Listen to that creaking. It’s truly heart breaking. I think there’s a quaking snaking its way through the floorboards to the ceilings. So come closer good things, so I don’t have to think of these evil things that haunt me.