Friday, September 30, 2011

Wrong Turn

The breeze barely a whisper...
The moon but a sliver...
A gate pounds.
A swing creeks.
A tree stands alone,
Old and gnarled.

Old and gnarled,
"I too stand alone,"
I whisper.
A boot creeks.
My heart pounds.
Flash of a metal sliver.
A whisper -
"No you aren't."

Spooky Tree Silhouette by

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