State of Mind

I have been writing these past two months since I last posted a story, just not anything that I've been able to finish. I'm going to try and come up with a little story for this week's Sunday Scribblings, since the prompt seems almost too perfect for me.

In the meantime, here is a short poem:

Little spacecats learn to fly,
Very quickly lest they die,
For in the lowlands of our world,
Poisonous snakes are often curled.

space cat flies over poisonous snake


Diddums said...

Do the poisonous snakes learn to fly too?

Pacian said...

They haven't so far, thankfully.