My Poem Stash

When Him comes home after his nightly fly I find it quite enjoyable to grab my note book that passed down from mother to father to now me, the one who has taken liberty in filling the pages with words only to share to myself and on rare occasions, others.

{This story was made to share the poems made by me through a fictional character known as R and his pet Him, I will be making a story about R in the future for those who enjoy stories over poems.}