Off the Track
The train whistle blew.
It headed for my front door.
I was terrified.
It chased me from room to room.
I hid; it gave up and left.
© February 19, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
Recounted and written for the "Tanka me a Dream" contest.
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2011
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