In the blink Of an eye, he thought To cry. Oh how he wanted to Drink. Shuffling forward, his claws dragging along The floor. Wretched and old, he remembered being Told that it would be better one Day. So he blinked again One eye.
(a story featuring an animal in the form of concrete poetry with a little enjambment for day four of Writing 201)
(and for lucile’s the clinic – photo rehab)
*shot with nikon d700, 50mm f1.4 nikkor lens, edited in aperture 3, analog ex pro 2, double exposure filter applied, and a turtle*