Hammock hanging on stars

How much Would I pay to go there to the moonIf I could Spend a dayOr possibly a cold nightNaah I wouldn’t goOn that desolate rockI like it better hereshiningwith white cold lightthere I would fretwrapped in a suitall grumpyhopping around in gravity one sixthwith schedule all tighttheremaybe I would sit and watchmy earth riseContinue reading “Hammock hanging on stars”

World will have to wait

Sheepishly, Little paws Ventured outBeyond the knownGate swung openTo reveal another worldNo chew sticksNo flavoured bonesThere he stoodWavering and unsureOn the very edge of his entire worldat the open portal, the open gateheld back by fearsit stayed rootedThere is a world out thereAnd it would have to wait