An Exciting Moment

A sir strode by me today
And I noticed he appeared quite lonely
I reached up and grabbed his hand
But he rudely yanked it back

Didn't he want a companion?
Obviously not

I watched him continue on his way down the street
I knew he must regret what he had done
So with renewed spirits I walked up and grabbed his hand again
Only this time it was yanked away even harder

Hadn't he regretted doing it the first time?
Obviously not

What had gotten into this man?
I figured he must be crazy for refusing friendship
But that wasn't about to stop me
The streets began emptying
And I realized it was time for me to return home

Was I planning on coming back?
Obviously

I came back the next day at the same time
And stood in the same place
Only this time prepared for a fight
I waited and waited
But he never showed

Hours later I left
Deciding that if he wanted to be a loner
then so be it

As I rounded the corner for home
Along came that man
A smile slipped across his face as he noticed I had left
But it was only another second before I had pounced on his back
Sending him flying to the ground

I cried out in triumph
"Aha! Excellent acting! You're hired!"

Was this only a charade?
Obviously, of course

A Little Girl

She does not want to be touched
She just wants to be left alone
She wishes you'd stop asking questions
She wants you to understand
But, you don't
She shrugs it off
She herself is unsure of what she wants
You persistently ask: "Are you sure?"
Yes, she's positive
You seem to finally get it
Seconds later though
You're at it again
This here is the life of Kaitlyn;
a little 3 year old girl
Misunderstood by her odd babysitters.

A Question

Ok, so I have this dilemna:
I don't like the name "Whispers Sweet"
anymore. So I'm thinking of maybe giving the blog a new name.
Which one do you guys think sounds better?
"Winter's Wind(s)" or "Winter's Myth(s)"?
So yeah, vote! Or, if you still like "Whispers Sweet" just say so.
You can even give your own ideas:).
Bye

A Night in the Forest

It was a beautiful night in June
The Moon was glowing
The stars twinkling
as they silently worshiped him
A lone figure strode along the forest floor
Unaware of the many eyes watching him
Not human,
but rather the eyes of the trees
They whispered among one another
Making sure that he could hear them
but not make out their exact words
They were nasty all right
but they still watched over him
Eventually the figure came to stand over a stream
and gazed down into its deep telling eyes
He couldn't take his eyes away from it
Layed out before him were all the mysteries of man
If he wanted he could but touch it
and everything would be revealed to him
but the stream vanished before he had a chance
and he was left pondering over another mystery
Before the water had disappeared
It had shown him a picture of a creature
One that he had seen before in story books
They called it the "Night Walker"
They said he walked the nights
Watching over everything
and rumor also had it that he and the Moon were quite close
No one had ever glimpsed the Night Walker
but he was said to come at midnight
A shiver crept up his spine
as he felt the ground beneath him quiver
The Night Walker was coming