February 28th: Branches are swollen From leaves that have fallen Eaves they have sunken. Advertisements
February 27th: Beginning: God fears Krakens crack while vampires peer End times: Surt’s tears sear.
February 26th: Numbers: crunch, crunch, crung Witches and demons: munch, munch Here I sit: with lunch.
February 25th: Lost boys can languish Inside silly, pretty anguish. None believe in wishes.
February 24th: Never never land Lost, Lost Boys buried in the sand None left save Pan
February 23rd: A single mitten My playful little kitten… Where do the lost things go?
February 22nd: Glasses slip off nose Into the dark waste of the sea. I still need them more than he.