There was a mink that lived in Holland.
Dusted in pure silver, like a bee covered in pollen.
It lived in a grove of paper birch.
Happy as a bird on a solid perch.
With fur softer then cotton.
Heed the warnings of the fallen,
Such lessons ought not be forgotten.
Ones not taught by the church.
Beware the silver mink.
If your snare had gotten,
A Mink most uncommon.
A curse will lurch.
Your skin will tear like Birch.
There will be one more tree in Holland.
Your curse, to join a grove of despair.
Accompanied by the others who laid a snare,
In a birch grove in Holland.
Ryan Borg is an Old Cadet at New Mexico Military Institute within the SROTC program. Ryan has spent 5 semesters at NMMI and is going on his sixth. He spends most of his time reading every night in the library reading room, preferably fiction. Ryan has written articles for the NMMI newspaper, and he aspires to become a published fiction author himself. He loves learning more about developing his own craft and working to improve his writing!