Thursday Afternoon

The sky was gray, the air was cool I skipped home Thursday afternoon Down the hill, below the trees A broken hose, a sea of leaves Unbeknownst to me I stood Watching, waiting, in the wood When Missus Curiosity Whispering across the breeze Somehow got the best of me Orange clay beside my feet Autumn gray consuming me Curious, I took a step (splash) My shoes became so wet Suddenly, below the ground I heard a rushing, rumbling sound Missus Curiosity then spoke The septic tank below has broke You better run, you better hide ‘Cause here comes the crimson tide I understood, but I could not Move myself to leave that spot As the wave crashed down on me I asked myself 'am I asleep?' And I woke up.