FAUNS 'N' THE 'HOOD

Fauns frolicked cautiously
	in our front yard Friday eve
		while he lay dreaming
of the Light.
The moon shape
	of their hooves
		have marked the lawn
in circular style.
They have limned
	the brown grass
		and dead leaves
with shimmering white frost.

He turns on a light
	and sets out mothballs.
		Ritual -
to drive the Horned Ones away.

Useless.

- Lorraine Anderson



Lorraine Anderson was the editor's student
at Glen Oaks Community College
when she wrote this poem.

Lorraine Anderson has a humorous fantasy-oriented story online
in the April 1999 issue of Dragonlaugh

Lorraine Anderson's personal web site features
a list of her publications and
tales from her fictional town of River Creek.

All rights to this poem belong to its author.

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