Who owNs this Cache that I’ve just found.
The loG is blank. I’m such a hound.
No onE will see me searching here
To find this cache of plastic round.
MY muggle Friends must think it’s queer
To stop at roadsIdes With caches near
Avoiding ticks and rattLesnake
On darkesT evenings of the year.
My eyes can spot a camo’D fake
A blinky, bison, or custom make
I graB the mIcro with a sweep.
Some swag, TB or coin I take.
GZ is lovely, dark and steep
But I have caches left to seek.
And miles to cAche before I sleep
And miles to cache before I sleep.
* With apologies to Robert Frost