About cottontails…

About cottontails…

This is the continuation my previous entry. this is chapter 2-
Reality?

Just been watching a dog chasing and biting her tail. Thought it might make a good poem. You decide.

Bear with me as I prepare myself to cook a lobster feast for my family.

Don’t give into the darkness.

A little dog we took in who grew on us.

Poem.

You will eventually get bitten if you keep messing with the dog.

Poem I wrote in jail.