Rhyme poem describing and owl and it’s prey.

Fear controls us all…

My response to the Triond forum writing challenge 23, where something was to be written using the words "Chaos" and "Ebony Amulet"

A path in your backyard that has all forms of life nestled in it, and sitting on your porch quietly hoping to catch a glimpse of something moving that may pop out its head.

The definition of a friend is different from that of an acquaintance, and one should never be confused with the other.

A carefree poem about being what else, being carefree.

Life with this little guy is anything but dull.