It rose suddenlyb-
a trembling
rocked the stones
they danced in manic glee.
leaves staggered in confusion
fall guiltlessly.
no one
not one
to be found
no one around.
a pregnant cloud takes up command.
the outporing at hand.
still
no one
not one
around.
the winds whipped
cat-o-nine whistled
skin broken
blood spewing.
no one
not one
around.
they all ran
both wolf
and sheep.
One must die.
Which one will it be?
Batttered
buffeted
strained.
Build up or
scatter.
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