Highland

Creaking, the thistles tumbled
To the ground - as of that thud on Pluto.
Breaking, the thorns thawed
As a wicked zephyr throttled Nature's pipes;
My watch crumbled, wormed through the shaky wicket.

Watch that latch give way!

Reeking of a stench whistles cringe from
The sodden mound grumbled,
Streaking atop it a raven, cawed,
As of a thicket bristling
As of a highland melting.

Oh, crumbling thorns;
Thawing highland!
Latch me in!