A Mystery
A challenging poem by Keila Aartila
What is that flying in the air?
Maybe it’s a floating bear?
That really doesn’t seem quite fair.
It’s a mystery to me.
***
Can’t you see how much I care?
Get the binocs, if you dare;
then we’ll make a curious pair.
It’s a mystery to me.
***
Look up now to see the box.
Maybe it contains a fox.
Maybe those are magic socks.
It’s a mystery to me.
***
Maybe we’ll get hit by rocks,
having never seen the lochs,
or moved our stuck feet from these docks.
It’s a mystery to me.
***
I’m feeling caught up in a snare
or suffering those itchy pox.
Can you resolve this mystery for me?
This nonsense is related to trying to form an idea worthy of entering into the new challemge.
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