“eyeing it”

Written for:  The Twiglets #311 - eyeing it

She had been eyeing it
all night.  No one was
surprised when 
the diamond disappeared.

eyeing her arm
he had never seen a woman
with that many tattoos.

eyes follow
graceful movement
a white swan

            A man who was eyeing a llama
             wanted a photo for mamma
              He crept up too close
              and then it got gross
       Llama spit in man's face, a real prima donna.   

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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8 Responses to “eyeing it”

  1. Sadje says:

    Haha! Well done


  2. Misky says:

    Another brilliant collection!


  3. Jules says:

    I spied that you did a wonderfilled job with this prompt!


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