Whispering winds tell of the danger
Stay put… don’t go near
I feel that I must for I have no fear.
Oh no! Booby trap! Too late…
I sense my life pass me by and
I know it’s too late.
I know now that I have found my fate
Staring fate in the eyes……
Is not a good thing…
©Copyright June 5, 2005 by Phil Rasnake