Today’s Poem

Boy Explorer

He discovered the ancient
city the headmaster always
talked about. The fur
coats of the upright-
walking animals were covered
in a fine layer of blood.
Hiding by the wishing well,
sending an S.O.S. to the boys
camping nearby, they caught
his neck in their teeth.
The boy, alone in the make-
believe land of real savages,
tries to friend the birds,
tries to get a message out
a window no bigger than a fist.

-Jason Braun