Wren’s recent poetry assignment turned out this gem…
I looked in the corner and there sat fear, small and hunkered, His big, googly eyes darting around the room, not missing a thing. I heard him, quietly, slowly mumbling to himself, staring blankly at the wall. When he stood up, his eyes darted toward me and stayed on me. He slowly strode across the room with big steps. Although his head was facing straight, his eyes stayed turned to me. I felt a little bit sorry for him, But when he shut the door without a sound, I got the chills.
