Hay Barn
Yellow jackets biting, stinging
legs running from pain.
Spirit dance, chasing, screaming,
echoing from inside my body.
Was that me screaming?
Arms flailing, puppy snapping,
Run legs! leave the hay
Until another day.
Too much pain today.
Copyright © Doris Culverhouse | Year Posted 2009
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