but here perils lurk

this is how they operate the lure
pull the camouflage cloak over their camp
and get out the cards and the ninety proof
sparing petrified pennies for sentries
on the lookout for the disheveled
figure shuffling in floppy sneakers
portraying wordlessly the torment
the stalwart mountain is proficient
in inflicting on naive novelty
seekers. Emit homey supper scents.


About Timmy the Scribbler

Love to write all kinds of stuff I love writing so many different kinds of stuff it is a constant struggle to narrow the focus to a manageable handful and let the others go. But a few years ago I dipped my fingers into a poetry pie and of all my uncertainties, one thing that is no uncertainty is that it is one passion that must remain, so maybe that's the one. I do dearly delight in chopping up fictional works into stanzas and syllables.
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