Ghost Trails


	GHOST TRAILS As my eyes focus in the early dawn’s light, A blur of gray teases my sight. Though, only a flicker did my sleepy eyes see, I smile with happiness for the visit paid to me. The ghost has been roaming making his nighttime run, He said now it was my turn during the daylight sun. I follow my brother’s tracks to the remains of his prey, I’m happy him and his family have their hunger satisfied another day. JRS © 2-25-02 The "Okie" Poet All poems copyrighted ã1997-... Spring Creations The "Okie" Poet All Rights Reserved