7 thoughts on “BOJANA STOJCIC: A Moon Child

  1. A goat stands upon the bridge and stomps its cloven hoof. “Come out, I challenge you.”
    The roaring creek beneath, snow melt swollen, made no reply.
    “I’ll walk as I please. You’ll have no say.”
    Clop, clop the goat bade to travel.
    Rough hands reached up and snatched ol’ Billy.

Leave a Comment

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.