The Devil's Footprints Mystery
It snowed all night;
I woke to white,
without a sound,
no one around,
but then I saw the footprints in the snow.
Whose prints they were I didn't, couldn't know;
they were not mine,
all in a line,
for miles on end.
I won't pretend
I didn't shiver (it was snowing though...)
written 20th November for Robert's Wonderstruck contest
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2021
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