Colleen’s #weekly poetry #47

Haibun

 

“It will soon be time,” I whisper, licking my lips expectantly. “Three fools have come in to shelter for the night, have they not heard the tales told of Coulan’s cave? Shall I torment them or will I play a game first. Keep their heads turning this way and that. With a tickle and a tap. Make them shake and shiver.  Pick out the brave one for added sport. Hmm, let me see”.

The light is fading

soon the shadows start to fall.

My awakening.

 

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