Strange Face
With a cool frosty wind
He came calling
Swiftly drifting inward
With a fruit
Stretched as a reward
For every word
Subtly tearing the branch
From every trunk
With a canny laugh
Tethering the head
Roping the man
Sounding the beginning
With a bit
For every bait.
Copyright © Ollakunle Campbell | Year Posted 2019
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