Return to Silence

he looked
at a distance
an old man
leaning on a cane
old crow, perched
on a fencepost
beak
a tight-lipped scowl
aimed
at loll, and sloth
yet, the old one
designed specific traps
to spook
the hungry fly
children
of
their frivolous
pupae
cackle.

© Emerys Watchel, 2015 All rights reserved.

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