Monday, March 3, 2014

In The Cellar

In The Cellar

They have all gathered in the dark,
tiny shoulders tight with intention.
They are planning
what you've feared most.

Drawing a map in the dust,
they've finalized the details.
Now just the wait,
minutes marking time.

Outside the window
the thrushes tremble.


Photographer angiethepirate
Poem completed 2/2014