The Fog

January 26, 2013
Fog slithers in
shrewd as a snake.
It settles down
waiting to frighten you
with glassy eyes
and tendrils of fingers
that grasp at your ankles.
It comes in the dark
and blows away before dawn
with a wink
and a smirk.

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