“Who can I tell?!
Someone must know!”
Ken searched the hill
for someone he could show
or explain the message.
A guard of sorts wandered by
with an official vest and badge.
Ken waved and caught his eye,
pointed at the upright stones.
“It’s a message!”
The guard smiled, “We know.”
He presented a small card to Ken.
“Follow the secret passage.”
He pointed at a specific stone.
Ken found the door and went in.
He climbed down the narrow stairs.
Then he trekked the dim corridor.
He paused to listen more
when music filled his ears.
He laughed, “Perfection!”
He sang along and cheered.
“Revvin’ up your engine
Listen to her howlin’ roar….”
