I was drifting through perilous pines
Skipping stones and raking through rhymes
Like leaves on a warm autumn afternoon
Staring skyward, wishing the sun wouldn't wither so soon

When a realization ******* my reaction time
As raindrops ran rigid down my head, a sign
I figured, maybe foolishly, I should head toward the house on the hill
With the dull colored window panes that curiously caused a chill
Down my spine, like a spider creeping
And still
I found, toward the house I was heading

Upon arriving at the front garden
The wind picked up, my countenance hardened
I hoped I had trekked there for a fruitful find
Then I looked down, heard a sound and a saw a line
In the grass that looked to lead around back
The sound was a whirring loud enough to give a heart attack

I wandered around the house, the noise still echoing in my head
Thoughts of witches and ghosts lingered like I was a child before bed
Having made my way to the side of the sulking structure
Yes, it seemed to sulk there, like a heart that had been punctured
An old tractor with worn wheels sat, facing me
But a faint glinting in the grass beneath the tire was all I could see
So I moved in, bent down and heard the noise again!
Just as I got close enough to see, my knees gave in
The tractors engine had started, and the wheel splattered my head