Something outside
Narrows its eyes
To peek through my blinds.
It's not quite a sneer,
But, from here, I would say
It's a frown.
Lightning flashes,
Eyebrows are knit,
And lashes are dark.
Disdain would take me
For a walk to the woodshed,
But it's about to rain.
There's not enough time
To explain myself tonight,
Not enough words or definitions,
And the man in the moon can't hear, anyway.
The only part the galaxy chose not to give him is ears,
But he sure has a pitiful, upside down mouth.

-jenn