Thought the Creator
Who knew everything
Except when
To use a new line –
Or a capital
For that matter –

We are the Mink. Condemned
On every pathway.
Worked to the bone they can
Create things of durable beauty
But if free, wont to untold savagery.

The Mink strives.

Write A Comment

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.