Lost to an Unknown, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Walking while holding the fluttering bag,
Twisted and turned responding to the wind,
Like a hyper dog tethered on a leash.
Suddenly a wind burst set the bag free.
Stood there paralyzed in raw disbelief.
Like a balloon it rose high and higher.
Where would she go? What would happen to her?
Gone from my sight not to see her again!
As she took flight why was there no pursuit?
Was she not worth the effort to expend?
Or unlearned of a way to get her back?
It’s winter with the many naked trees
Their branches like pikes waiting for a chance
To put its cold steel tip into her heart