Thinks & Inks

A Thought Or Two (Maybe Three)

Bus Ride Reflections 

We are animals

Arguing over Smarties

Bickering over shoes

Ending it over a glance 

We are animals

Through and through

But were we always?

That’s up to you 

Weathering Confusion

The air smells of hot chocolate

The trees crackle with frost

Robins chirp

The earth is caught between 

Winter and 

Spring

When it shouldn’t be 

Bus 217

His face set in a permanent frown

Our bus driver

Would make a very bad clown

Us

We are hilariously terrible

Sporadically forgettable

And everything in-between