408 – Hyperactive mind

Faerie folk
Carefully hiding
From all strangers.

Always longing
For lost warmth.

Old witches
Who want nothing
But some privacy.

Feeling lonely
In the darkness.

Hoarding ancient
Stolen gold.

A fallen angel
Loving the world
From an old Harley.

An outlaw
Making sweet love
To her assassin.

An old fox and an owl
Sharing simple wisdom
In the forest .

All their stories
Clumsily tiptoe all night
Within my head,
Awkwardly half smiling
When they bump into each other.

Is it any wonder
I’m always drowsy
In the morning?