L'aura del Campo

Murder in the afternoon [176.8]

Murder in the afternoon

Skies blue as noon rises
to shortening shadows as
Morning's dark dots seek shelter
to roost on unsuspecting arms
stretching for whatever weak rays
break through thinning fog.
The fragrant damp of it all
dissipates with Wind's whisper
as leaves hang out their dry tongues.
In this hush... one caw... as mourning
dots fly up to the firmament.
What on earth happened...
only heaven now knows.

© Kåre Enga [176.8] (28.march.2019)

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