Safari

the wildlife

in your bones

aches to

be unconfined

looking to

feed on

blood like

sweet nectar

waiting for

the perfect

words to

wander through

the meadow

type

delete

type

backspace

*sips coffee

begging for

something

to jump into

her head

but getting

distracted by

all the coffee rings

she’s leaving

behind

*takes long

deep breath  

watching

through

the trees

there seems

to be some

movement

down in the

valley

type

space

type

space

type

adds an exclamation

point

or 2

or 3

getting ready

to pounce

*to be continued…

-From her book, Awkward years