Not Quite

The darkened moon
over the slate grey corn field
blanketed their nakedness
In a false sense of hidden pleasure
they were unaware of
the savage slayer

The golden sunrays
across the flxen corn shoots
highlighted his lifelessness
In an unexpected turn of event
the prey rebeled against
the arrogant attacker

Author: Cassa Bassa

🇦🇺🇨🇳 inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfit child 😊 View all posts by Cassa Bassa