He stumbled across the tracks
Began climbing the hill with some difficulty
Then narrowly avoided falling over a stump
Night vision never had been his super power

When he reached the top
That desecrated bridge, the place he called home
He let out a sigh, and dropped to the pavement,
Legs dangling over the edge, overlooking abandoned meadows

The brittle, bent stalks of weed form a shell
Protecting an underworld of snakes and vermin
And from his perch on the bridge
The young man can only vividly imagine the goings on of these forsaken creatures

Unafraid of nature's undesirables, he lies back and drops his lids
Eyes asleep, hearing comes to the forefront
The breeze and rustling cattails soothing, tranquil
And all of a sudden a shriek pierces the night...

01/27/2005

Author's Note: Caution, I have absolutely no idea where this is going! Help!

Posted on 01/28/2005
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