The Silence of the Fields
November 19, 2019
As the yellow light of the waning sun
Fades to the light orange of evening
the occasional shifting of a gun
but suddenly a small branch starts creaking
The one I have been waiting for has come
it is him as an old king on his throne
searching his kingdom for any signs of scum
searching for others he won’t condone
He slowly waltzed into the field to eat
as if he knew something was awry
his attention caught by another bleat
he lost his aim in a blink of an eye
the silence was taken by a loudness
after that came a heavy quietness