Wednesday, March 30, 2016

FOUR MEN




I see the men.
They are walking.
Through the cold forest.
Coming closer to my house.
Snow swirls around them.
Their feet crunch on the ice.
There are four of them.
Why are they here?
Four men of the night.
The window mists from my breath.
It fogs my view of them.
I must run.
I must hide.
There are four of them.