I thought I was safe,
And returned to where I had
Hidden my treasure.

Landmarks cannot be
Trusted, for the landscape has
Changed, as I have changed.

My shovel tore a
Hole in the red clay, where the
Prize should have been, but

There was only a
Tunnel. Was it taken by
A robber? I climbed

Down into the hole,
All was darkness. I felt my
Way along the walls.

When my daylight from
Above winked out, my screams did
Not produce a sound.

I kicked something so
Solid; the dull thud told me.
I’d found my treasure,

Without question. Now
I needed one to come and
Dig me out of here.