Creatures of the Night // Bailey C. (July 2018)

As kids we ran and played in the rocky yard and worn down street

We ran around to and fro the lovely, tiny old creek

The blackberries grew long the fence and warned us not to touch

For the barbs on the fence and the thorns on the bush would surely hurt us a bunch

But the seasons changed and the years flew by making things change so greatly

Now here I am, older and wiser, but broken, broken, and breaking

The shining sun and clear, clear skies brought me tons of joy and delight

Now I'm bound to the howling winds and a creature of the night

As kids we ran and played in the rocky yard and the worn down street

We ran around to and fro the lovely, tiny old creek

The shining sun and clear, clear skies brought me tons of joy and delight

Now here I am, bound to the howling winds, such a creature of the night