Lone Bailey
Lone Bailey was a tree hugger since the age of three
Resilient limpet, he clung on ferociously
Now labelled and rejected as a permanent pest
Bailey went his own sweet way avoiding all the rest
His favourite haunts were abandoned places and trees
Scrambling barefoot up them or on his hands and knees
To carving his initials in perpetuity
He beheld grotesque images no-one else could see
Menacingly taunting him to COME HERE AND HUG ME.
Halloween sCARE - Contest
10/11/17
Copyright © Theresa Stephens | Year Posted 2017
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