Elaborate webs
feigning hospitality—
tiny grey spiders.
Predator
Author: N
Writer of all things, some of which are pretty good.
Sunlight
In the shadow realm
stood under a canopy—
I see light, o sun!
Blur
All the world’s a blur:
raindrops on my window pane—
mirroring my eyes.
Out
Showing our wrinkles
greys settle—pretty flowers
on their way out.
Wall
Bordering our coast
a wall that welcomes visitors—
towering palm trees.
The Chaos Within 