Oh Husband, husband
I hear them chirp...

When night falls and crime calls
I be Batman...

poetry,
you are music to my eyes...

with blue skies
the man slept...

A cricket
bugs a frog...

while skies cry
puddles gather ‘round...

Morning sunrise,
You are like cupid...

I was presumed guilty of killing myself...
I lived a life as if I were deceased...

my week has been a raining day so far
with winds semi-calm and clouds as grey...

Lord
You are not the sun across the mountains...