The Bone

When I was 7 years old,

I found a bone in a pub garden.

 

I was hiding from my friend

In a berry bush

 

And there it was.

Lying innocently in the soil,

 

Half buried,

Half not.

 

At the time I thought it might belong to a dinosaur…

Or maybe a caveman…

 

Now that I’m significantly older

My theories have some what changed.

 

I wasn’t  in any way scared of it,

Just intrigued.

 

As, I suppose,

Is natural for a 7 year old to be.

 

I never told anyone about the bone.

I never told a soul.

Author's Note

Unfinished