Roosters Crow

Part I

7/16/2014 10:04am

Roosters Crow in the early morn.
The wind blows
And flows
Through the umbrella trees
That look as though
They so peacefully arose,
Ages ago.
The shards of skin
From the battles of the night before
Lay calmly
Along the deck of the porch
That Déjà has made her home.
A gust of wind appears and
Sends them soaring through her lands.
I’ve run through these fields.
Towards an abandoned cave,
Who doors were once found unlocked,
But now, locks shackle the entrance.
The birds from the nearby farm,
Screech out!…
For anyone…
For anything.

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