(Photo Credit: Google)
Dancing Pen
Pen dancing
Late into the night
Hum goes the house
Yet the pen still writes
Slowly clicking, the clock whines
Yet the pen pays no heed
It has its own mind
Lights flicker off
In rooms unseen
Yet still the pen swirls
Lost in its own dream
Exhausted at last
The pen takes a pause
Yet a moment later
The dance is back on
