Mystery
Sierra July
The forest
Spoke of nightmares
Whispered by
Rustling leaves
Creaking branches
Snap!
Trodden twig?
Dismantled bone?
Poet’s Notes: The
woods can be a beautiful place, but frightening when one sound can be mistaken
for another.
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