This was written for OLWG#129
The moon held water – Beth held tight to Chief’s mane and galloped through the night.
The white canes drummed, jarring – sharp, as the vermin chased the farmer’s wife.
Life is temporal – not forever, so lock in tight and scream with joy.
The prompts were:
- racing the moon
- the tapping of a blind man’s cane
- locked in tight
I believe I got all three!