Like Pins And Needles Poem by Claire nc Castachino

like pins and needles penetrating all over
voices of the day running rampid in my head
drowning out the music in the background
open windows
a midnight breeze brings freedom into my room
firefly flases nearly lime green blend into the stars
and are lost in teh velvet blue sky
the moon wanning into a crescent
grinning golden in the canvas sky
rocked by thunder rolling over the mountains in the distance
and the feeling of pins and needles raises the hair on my neck