Trespasser
As storm clouds burst and lightning flashed,
He ran towards the graveyard gate:
He’d find a place to shelter there,
Although he knew the hour was late.
The carvings lit by lightning bolts,
The totem poles looked eerie then;
He stood beneath, and looking round,
He gasped to see some painted men.
They circled him with whooping cries;
The rain beat down and thunder boomed.
He knew he’d trespassed on their land -
And fainted, knowing he was doomed…
Jack Horne, written 14th August for Francine’s Totems in the Darkening Sky
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2011
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