Old Poems 4 - Who? Who knows.

A bunch of poems written for a creative writing class I took in high school a long time ago. (I failed it... I never did much of the work.) Looking through, I pretty much hate reading everything in here for the same reason I hated writing it: I hate, hate, hate writing to a prompt. Bleh. I hate being told what to write. I aced the final, but there was no prompt for that. So there.

Writing poetry to a prompt isn't so bad. I can at least be vague and use pretty words. (I love pretty words.)

Prompt was: "Write an image poem that has no more than three words on each line and which is spoken from the point of view of a nocturnal animal as it watches darkness begin."