wind howlswild oppossums roam the garden area

   

wind howls
wild oppossums roam the garden area

now, it's dark

i try to ambush one with a trail of marshmallows
but the opposum is cunning
and he knows...

cats eyes gleam on the sidewalk
the night is howling but it's filled with creatures

i being not the least

america the beautiful awful beautiful

i'd like to stay.

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[Quentin]

"I being not the least"
très jolie vers, je trouve