I sit under the bridge,
biding my time.
The wait is the worst,
I cringe and can barely take it.
Though cool and relaxing this place may be,
my body flexes, vibrates.
Where are they? I long for them, badly.
I wish, wish they would be here already.
I am anxious, as the wait grows tiresome and I starve,
starve for children.
...Hey, a goblin's gotta do what a goblin's gotta do.
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Comments
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Lol a very cute entry! Reminds me of a troll waiting under the bridge.
A very creative and imaginative take on the picture.
Thanks so much for your entry
Gaylene
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