Unseen Posted on April 15, 2016April 15, 2016 by wpadmin footprints in the grass below my bedroom widow revealed by the dawn – hidden- disguised by the night peering undetected Posted in Beneath, Cold, Darkness, Morning, Sleep, Sun, Time and tagged Unseen.
Mystery begins.
Did the one who left footprints
Murder the widow?
The widow’s not dead,
IDIOT! But I wonder
How her husband died.