Eriee

I was on the school bus passing through some fields surrounded by trees and I thought of how mysterious the tree line was.

As the wind whips through my fingers,
A tiny deer in the wood lingers
Suddenly as the sky goes dark,
I hear a big huge hound dog bark
I bend down low to prevent a blow
From the mighty strength of the wind

Author's Note

No critiquing please.

Reviews

[MaybeSomeDay]

Nice. Simple.