Pretention

 We are pretentious. 

We think our existence is now. 

The sun breaks the dawn.

-Charles Parker, II

Night

 Heavy breathing, snoring; 

rolling back and forth in bed. 

Such loud noise; oh my!

-Charles Parker, II

Abandoned building

 Building in forest. 

Leaves have fallen, frozen air. 

Winter wind strikes wall. 

-Charles Parker, II 

The twins

 Tiny tigers here

running through my heart and soul. 

Baby tabbies blur. 

-Charles Parker, II