Lion and Lambs

I got an email from the migraine forum I belong to that announced a migraine poetry contest. Apparently in the middle of the night my brain was inspired and I wrote a poem on a page of the magazine laying by my bed. That was at least a few days ago because I have been staying at a friend’s house. I mentioned it to someone once since then, and then forgot about it until I saw the magazine a few minutes ago. My sis has been guilting nudging me to post so I figured what better way to start than with something I wrote in my sleep. (grin)

The Wolfmen

The wolfmen sit in a wild pack,
perched and ready to attack.
You sit innocently idly by,
Not one beast will catch your eye.
You go on with your daily life,
Unaware of the impending strife.
You catch a glimpse and turn to see,
The wolfman pouncing down on thee.

I remember there was more, and I was too tired and too slow to get it all down. Maybe I will sleep write again another night and finish it!