Written for: The Twiglets #174 – “through iron gates”
What will I find
on the other side
of iron gates?
Cold to the touch
like the bars
on cages in the zoo
weeds twist on brown grass
neglect shows sorry face through
rusted iron gate
There once was a young girl named Kate
who played alone behind an iron gate
Her vicious old aunt
kept her in like a plant
’til Kate escaped. Her aunt withered away from hate.