Fizzgig Watches
My cat sees the secrets of the farmhouse.
Fizzgig, wild-eyed, waits—
Drawn to the haunted rafters—
Old souls pass unseen.
About the Creator
Oula M.J. Michaels
When I'm not writing, I'm probably chasing my three dogs, tending to my chickens, or drinking too much coffee. You can connect with me @oulamjmichaels
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This was creepy, but I had to look up the word 'fizzgig' since you referred to it as something recognizable. I feel like I am the only American who hasn't seen The Dark Crystal and Labyrinth. LOL
Nice