Friday, August 15, 2014

a chance encounter

poem by horace p sternwall

illustrations by pete palomine

as i was walking down the street
a surly beast i chanced to meet
he seemed a stranger to civilization
and had ideas above his station

he fixed me with his limpid eye
and asked me if i cared to die
i held his gaze and answered straight
that i was but a child of fate

this answer quite amused the creature
good humour liquefied his features
and just as i relaxed my stare
he disappeared into the air