Thanks for being there, my friends.
I'm here because it is time for Fireblossom's Flash 55 at The Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, where I used to enjoy writing poetry. The following bit of doggerel (all mine, not the dog's) came to me just after 3am, and it has 55 words.
Thanks to my friend Hedgewitch for reminding me about The Garden.
not last night, but the night before
twenty-four robbers came to my door
and one of them said “roll over, roll over”
they all rolled over and one fell out
twenty-three at my door
I don’t know what for
then one of them said
“are we really all dead?”and I woke up
Kay L. Davies, August 3, 2014