Poems of The Sojourn in a Haven of Lone

Scarper, be Safe

Run, it's a mountain lion!

Blue is all over my body.

But that doesn't really scare me —

not as much as my fear.

All I can think, "I'll be safe!"

A precipice!

I'm stuck!

Will the rope be enough?

To descend the cliff

or to continue fleeing the lion?

At this point, I think, "I better stay in bed!"