Day 25


by unknown

She waved while on the surface
her colors bright, her flag free
the anchor up, her crew set
gas in the tank, nets ready
One little overboard
one little shark
one little octopus
one little flash
the octoshark ate
no one spoke
she sits uncomfortable
rocks poke her
cats have their way on her
but once she sailed
free and clean

About Kary

I write many things, prose, poems, flash fiction, short stories, novellas, and novels. Feedback welcome. View all posts by Kary

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