The light is just above the horizon.
An over cast day above.
The light is so dramatic on the spindly tree.
Late February, there are few leafs.
Spotted nicely with balls of Moss.
The light just above the horizon.
The wind blows stern.
Cars roar by.
Glistening leaves flutter a sparkle.
The light above the horizon.
He sits, the bird.
Wondering where to go.
The branch sways in the wind.
He sways too.
Brilliant the bird, calling out.
Looking both ways as others go here and there.
Chirp!
Chirp!
The light, the horizon.
Clenching claws.
Perched for the moment.
Another passes by.
Chirp!
Bye
The Horizon.
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Ronald Roberts
I’m a father of 5. I know. And yes, I know how it works. My life is slam full EVERYDAY! And I love it. Never thought writing was something I could do (and time will tell if I should have) but it’s my me time, in my fun filled family life.
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Michael went to the fridge, and no surprise, it was empty. Staring into its depths, wondering, what he could make with the random opened jars and to-go containers of smelly, nearly outdated food. He switched to the freezer, even worse. He grabbed a bottle of water and sat in his worn, crumb and dog hair encrusted recliner. Opening up the water and taking a swig, he thought, this place is such a dump. Stains on the carpet, dried food and spills on the linoleum made his feet stick with every step. How was he going to get out of here? Damn, the rent was due Monday. He turned on the tv. Flipped through the crap of channels that he could get with the antenna. Which was like eight! Looked around frustrated and disappointed. Turned the tv off and just tossed the remote away randomly to the floor. The place smelled like dog crap. He kind of wished he didn’t kick the dog out to fend for itself, then he would at least have someone to talk to, but there wasn’t any food to give it anyways. He slid out of his two-day old boxer briefs and got in the shower. Soap was empty. “DAMN IT!” He filled the bottle with a little water and got the remaining suds out and onto his face, just enough to get that ick off. “Man! What a crappy day! What a crappy week!” He yelled throwing open the shower curtain, which fell and nearly tripped him. He fumbled with it and then slammed it to the wet floor stomping out he slipped a little bit but caught himself, “Gawd!” He wrapped a dinghy towel around his waist that he yanked up from the floor and then flung himself onto the bed. Dripping wet the sheet stuck to him like an old band aid that had been there for a week and was about to fall off. He stared at the ceiling in a daze, the fans’ slow rotation drew him deeper into thought like being hypnotized. He let out a painful scream tensing every muscle in his body. “AAAAAAAHHHHHH!” Then slinking back into silence, a single tear rolled down his face and into his ear.
By Ronald Roberts3 years ago in Horror
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