Challenge
Reflections on Your own Suspension of Disbelief
Poetry or Prose
Playing with Nature
Walking through the park,
creating creatures
that dance out of clouds,
from within a spark.
How does one measure
instict? A voice shouts
a whispered command.
I quicken my pace
only to hear, THUD!
Had I stopped to stand,
death had been my fate.
Gusts and old trees hug.
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