T2 W4 Division

Wing

It's a lovely bright Sunday

evening I’m playing my

calm song when out of

the corner of my eye

there are aggressive

crows swooping down

onto the ground. robbing

my flute then pushing me

down to the forest floor,

as they turn their backs I

cease my opportunity to

sprint into my dark dreary

tree-house. the door slams

with a bang so loud it's

like a gunshot, feeling

petrified I peer out my

window to find the fleet

of crows soaring through

the air wishing I could too.

The Amusement Park!

Its 7pm on saturday and
your at the.. Amusement park!
You can see the lights on the
ferris wheel that looks like the
starry night sky or a hypnotic
state of an illusion, You can
feel the ground moving
beneath your feet like it’s
an alive monster trying to
eat you. The sky is a
gradient painting that
illuminates the fairgrounds
fading out Into the night sky
each second, You can feel
the scent of the hot dogs
rushing up your nostrils
burning them inside and
out forcing you to buy
one, You can taste the
candy floss sweetening
your mouth making you
shove more and more in.

So when are we coming back?

Find a percent of an amount

Here It is

The Soccer Field

The Soccer Field

It's an early Sunday morning  
just before 7 you feel like
a moving ice sculpture. You can
see the sunrise peering through
the tree’s, so still they look
like they're stuck in time.
You can hear the sound of the
frost crunching each step you
take but the early morning
birds singing there calm soft
songs overpower the frost.
You can smell the bread
cooking in the toasters
of nearby houses.
Just another winter day!