Into the Badlands
Black tarantula walks the badland.
So alone, perhaps he's lonely--
it's hard for me to comprehend.
Black tarantula walks the badland.
I'll follow him to journey's end
carrying water and camera only.
Black tarantula walks the badland
so alone... perhaps he's lonely.
Written 10/23/20
for Edward Ibeh's contest:
Pick-A-Title, Vol. 24, Triolet
Copyright © Carol Louise Moon | Year Posted 2020
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