Tasty Wings of Destiny

I see you little chicken wings
Sitting upon my plate
I know your little destinies
Your dreaded, deadly fate


You tender, tasty little morsels
Your bones will be picked clean
I will consume you, one by one
Until my appetite’s appeased


Yet in a dream, I see you running
Zooming across the plains
Two drumsticks, at mach speed
Dust following your trail


A pile of bones, now stacked high
An empty plate reveals
One by one, consumed you were
A succulent, tasty meal


Logan M. Wolf
Originally written March 1, 2011

This is new.

So this is new for me, but I figure it's probably time that I start something like this up. Maybe posting my ideas, thoughts and pictures here, it'll push me to move ahead. Getting feedback will help too, better than just leaving things alone, letting them gather dust. Time will tell, but I've got to keep moving forward if I ever want to accomplish anything.