Not Stopping Now poetry I am a delicacy in the desolate night fit to be consumed by passing tigers and I would fight but I would lose I’m certain but I still will wander this desolate night and damn those feckless, transient tigers anyway Share this: Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...