Poetry Camp (February)
Fox-Trot-9

Day 28: Two Fragments

1

A fragrance wafts upon the air,
And so I cast my eyes down there
   Over the staircase rail, where dark
Foreboding shadows lurk and caper, . . .

2

It is that time of night again
   When all the world's asleep,
And I will . . .

(To be continued . . .)

A/N: Here's another two pieces put into one. Weird, huh?