Fun is in the finding.

Fun inside an old ice chest.

Fun is in the finding.

Baby sister’s guest.

 

Babysitter wonders,

Where has her charge gone?

Near to death, he smothers.

Gasping for each breath.

 

Prayer slips from his conscience,

Pleading to be found.

“Please come now and find me!”

But there comes no sound.

 

Babysitter questions.

Where can he be found?

Then she sees the sister

On the chest, she’s crowned.

 

Quickly she discovers;

Little charge thought lost.

In her fear she quivers.

By my game the cost?