(Note to reader: I find a picture I like and write a poem about what I see. Hope you enjoy)
This is what I see…Felina Silver Robinson
Just upon the edge of the highest mountain
There is a peak in the hills
where a split separates a pair of the evilest eyes
That are as big as life
They frown down upon all bad-doers
Waiting for the moment to catch them in the act
Of their greatest sin
Before the sinners know it
They disappear into the belly
Of the of the earth
Deep beneath the valley floor
No one knows if they’ll ever be seen again
Beware of these hills
For they have their own eyes
And they wear no disguise
These Hills Have Their Own Eyes©
Copyright 2015
by Felina Silver Robinson
The Writings of Felina Silver 