ForestRanger3

Written 6/20/07 Taken from The Black Book, my collection of poems. The Rain-Runner A chilly night. A dark sky. No moon to light the way. The sky drips its drops of dark poison, one by one falling to the frightened ground. Dry, dusty dirt slowly turns to slick, milky mud. It churns in its thick prison, daring one soul to cross its trap. A tall man dressed in an earthy cloak runs from tree to tree. The sky's tears hit his metal helmet with a 'clink'. The man sweats with fear. He breaths hard, eyes darting from tree to tree. With his killing machine in hand, he runs. The thick trap awaits him. While running, his tall boot slips