Hideaway Home
I spot the tunnel
tis is not bright
alas a runnel
it's in my sight
fear of runners
in the park
leery of gunners
after dark
Mobsters Ball
it is a panic
the bathroom stall
a hustler manic
now I'll close in
nowhere to hide
a rat's den
no tears have dried
something disguised
what can that be
yellow eyes
staring at me
I can't afford
to be frenzied
there is a board
I'll ward off the envied
now I will run
back to my dome
monster I did stun
my hideaway home
Copyright © Angela Crabtree | Year Posted 2020
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