in the feline stealth of time
mountains grow from dust
Amaya at dVerse has challenged us to write a shadorma (3-5-3-3-7-5 syllables) with hints of shadow, mist, enigma. I wrote this gazing at the sunset, first thinking about the tunnels under Rome where they discovered all kinds of refuse, and then about other dumps and secret disposals large and small.
The photo is in the public domain, courtesy of Pixabay.com (search ‘hidden’).