Eyes. Tartan green.
Conversations. Mirrored with my mind.
Time. Not enough of it.
Sometimes I jump the gun and make silly decisions on the spot. Well, not really decisions, more like actions, dictated by some impulse of wild instinct.
Sometimes people are put off by it.
I hope you’re not.
I’d like to show myself in a different light next time. Maybe you will like me better.
Turn around, bright eyes…. As Bonnie was singing.
– Chatty Owl has left the building –