There In the Snow
Sometimes life gets peculiar,
a picture falls off a wall
when no one’s around;
there’s a knock at the door
but, not a soul, anywhere in sight;
oh sure, there are practical jokers
everywhere but,
when the bizarre happens
right before your eyes,
and you’re fully awake;
that’s a whole other story!
It’s true that dreams will scheme
and play upon the mind and
I suppose under certain conditions
we may hallucinate but,
when perfectly sane and sober;
to lie down in the snow and
make a snow angel,
stand and turn around and
it shifts itself into an elaborate
Raphaelite-style angel,
as one’s staring at it?
I quickly took a photograph,
knowing that no one would believe...
the doubters claim,
“You’re quite the artist
to have carved such an elaborate
angel in the snow.”
But it didn’t,
I just lay there waving my arms and legs;
something...someone else must’ve...
taken things from there.
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