Writer's Block: QotD: When the Boss is Away…

[dryadofanoak]

Well, when I had a job, and it was boring...I would write poetry. Bad poetry.

Like this:

Mist

I walk through the mist
Late one night and see
A pair of deer
Staring at me

Their ears all up
They look afraid
To see a person here
That's me, I stop, indeed

Brown eyes meet brown
Their's meet mine
I stop, don't frown
Perhaps they won't run

They walk on by
Mother and fawn
I also turn away
Admidst the approaching dawn

The mist begins to rise
On this fateful of nights
And I hurry home
Before more things awaken my frights

~*~

Also this one:

The Path

Soft sunlight in between trees
Lighting my path, despite the breeze

Trees whispering, silently
As I walk through this path, quietly

Saying whatever in their talk
I do not know, unresponding, I walk

Further along this road
Following the light, that mode

Quietly, all about me
Only green leaves, grass do I see

I come to a spot on the path
Where to roads branch

Off the first, they both the same

I take the left, for it seems sunniest
And of more promise

Yet throughout the rest I wonder
What was down the darker path
That from the first one I sundered?