Treasure Island

Benjamin Michael Clark

(06/22/90 / Mattydale, NY)

Spy


I could see the moon
While the sun
Was still shining

Squirrels popping
Their heads out
From behind trees

Frogs leaping
From Lilly to Lilly

The breeze touched
My neck hair
Like I was in
Some foreign film

Birds were
Looking at me
Suspiciously

While a bee
Flew by like
A.38 special

I found
A fox hole
& the fox
Soon came out
Telling me of
The Greatest
Russian spies
of all time

Submitted: Sunday, December 22, 2013
Edited: Monday, December 23, 2013

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