A Quick Poem, Devised in Biology Class

It's been a tough week and I was just not cut out to withstand this morning's double-period biology class. So, I spent most of the "work period" we had writing - and writing mostly poetry. I love reading poetry, I actually find it fascinating. When I am forced to write poetry, however, the pair of us become oil and water.

You get the picture, so I'll move on.

Talking To a Thirteen Year Old 

    (dedicated to my sister, a little long for 13 now)

Was I yelling?

Sorry, but 

Deaf sheep in Scotland

Would hear me

If I was really yelling.

I hope you all have a lovely week; that is all.

Best,

CLE