Secret Treasure

Reclusive as Bigfoot
not as mean
not really hairy
hiding out.
A treasure wanted
now more than ever
an image in a cage
scared to leave.
Breaking free,falling
boulders escaping,
jagged edges of the past
From the highest to the lowest
you’ve stayed through it all.
open the box darling,
my heart is yours.

© Daniel Dale Herring 2008