Wee Prey
Sun, poked through holes in the barn. Swallows darted as pendulant hints. By a stall in the dirt a hobo slept, disturbed in his slumber, he pawed at his maw. An ant took hiatus, whilst taking his jaunt, between this drifter’s nose, and his sullied drifter lip. Antenna tuning suspicious, of the... Sign in to see full entry.