Source:p-e-r-p-e-t-u-a-l
I see men
Walking
In the cold
Coming closer to my home.
Snow swirls around them.
Feet crunch on ice.
Four of them.
Why are they here?
Four men.
The window mists from my breath.
It fogs my view.
I must run.
I must hide.
Four men.
Hmm, who might they be? I’m hiding too!
LikeLiked by 1 person