Exploring a Smoking Meerschaum Pipe
The smoke went straight up to the stars.
Who would have left an expensive Meerschaum pipe in the garden?
By light of the stars, she could tell this was one of the antique ones.
She knew her father did not have anything this expensive.
A white glove on the ground next drew her interest.
Was she following the white rabbit? She heard a deep cough
Had it come from the shade trees in the shadows?
She suddenly felt threatened, all warning signs full tilt.
Why are you out here alone at midnight? An inner voice queried.
Too late, however; she was devoured in minutes.
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