Gavilan Literary Society

Take heed for it might be your only hope, watch the roads, be wary of the women you see, They are not all that they seem, They are every where, From any ocean, river, or stream, They are not quite sirens but some will surface dripping with gold, Beautiful and displaced in time, Missing girls and absent wives, The water calls to them, songs of comfort, joy, and pride, a life of leisure with the rolling of the tide, The city below the sea is generous as its people, all that they need is to feed , and everyone earns their keep, Keep a watch full eye, They will draw you in, just as she is now, Beautiful, tantalizing, oh look your one foot in the sea, A wide smile ,  trusting doe eyes, Your waist deep you should have heeded my warning, That enticing treasure you were so determined to keep, suddenly has the sharpest teeth....

Oh little me I seem to have grown, Growling under tables, I am now throwing my self in to fables, Bleeding so many words instead of reading them, Chicken scratch has morphed into Times New Roman, Clean cut documents are beyond the graphite stained pages, My old self isn't quite so grown though, I still growl under my breath and my fingers are still dirty, Imagination still dominates my thoughts from 7:45 to 12:30, They're quicker, All consuming, leaving me frazzled, There's no hope to contain them I just gotta get them all out, I try different styles and rhymes but still find a simple kind are best, So yeah little me I've branched out quite a bit, No longer bound to just the tall grass I've suddenly  grown wings, Not a griffin or eagle I seem to have grown into something else in between, Something ferocious, curious, and playful, Maybe not a sphinx whispering riddles, Dark mane with tanned wings, A creature longing for some kind ...