Genetha Bhulai '22
Hot chocolate And a blanket I sat on my couch Watching the news To see what they were going on about The reporter had said A murderer had fled They showed what he looked like And showed the number to call If we saw him at all As I looked out my glass backdoor My hot chocolate fell to the floor For the man they were looking for Was smiling at me Picking up my phone I called the number on my screen But when I looked back at the man He was even closer to me But as I looked at his reflection I noticed something way too slow And it scared me Because there were no footprints in the snow
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