It feels like Thursday,
an overcast and heavy day,
followed by Friday.
The writing was so tight,
that the words began to choke;
gasping to a stop.
Write with a freedom,
and keep those doggies rolling,
up hills and down dales.
He hunter waits poised,
for the slightest small movement,
that would draw his gaze.
The major sevenths, and the 6th and 9ths beauty, coupled with minors.
