by fortytwo6x7


They are watching us my dear
I whisper softly in your ear
move gracefully show no alarm
that way we will come to no harm
let us waltz right through this throng
the fields beacon, we must be strong
we will find the shaman by the moat
he will provide the antidote
there must be something he can do
that returns us back to me and you
but we must arrive at that location
before a complete transformation
hurry now, while we have the acumen
lest we remain forever human

Forty Two

Author Notes

Written for National Poem Writing Month (April)
11th April 2013

Picture Credit

created by Lee Boyd
displayed on Yarnbomb Consortium Facebook page