Climbing up the tree with its stag-like horns
Black as the night sky, shining like a lone star
Sweet and unique like the food it eats
Small and unnoticable, but big and visible
Playing dead at the brink of death
Fighting off others to mate and create
Your happiness lies in your porpose of life
But are you enjoying it?
YOU ARE READING
Confused Days
Poetry~ Confusion helps when I'm sad. It takes my mind off it. I drift off to sleep, And all I see is darkness ~ Poems that I can't find homes for ~ 'Days' series updated every two days
