She yawned,
And stretched a toe.
Felt warm earth
And stretched
Her appendages,
Whither may go.

She stretched,
And fetched a yawn.
Felt warmth
And fetched an
Arm, or two,
Whether which go.

She fetched
And sketched a poem,
Felt cold earth
And bitched a form.
Warmth appended,
Wither where go.

She sketched,
And yawned a life…

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 10/4/09