|Look, what's this? What have I found?
Laying here, flat on the ground.
Down I reach, to retrieve my find.
Curiosity, fresh in my mind.
I investigate. It appears to be,
Yes it is! A coin I see.
It looks so strange. It must be rare.
I wonder how, it happened there.
I pocket it. To myself I say.
Today must be, my lucky day.
From across the street, deep in the shade.
He sits and watches. The mark is made.
He placed the coin there, to be found.
Across the street, flat on the ground.
He follows now. Trailing far behind.
Death and murder, On his mind.
The coin he put there, for a thrill.
To choose the next victim, he would kill.
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The Writer’s Cramp - April 12, 2018