The Hungry Villager

Fingers sandy

Tough as bark

Small crevices

Weary

Across the arcs of her palm

Calm as the wilderness

She wanders diligent

Wheels squeaking

Motion sluggish

Slowly Inclined

Her mind steeps

Thinking

She can finally eat

Moment Interrupted

A sweet, dewy scent swept under my nostrils,

As I pushed open the window.

I gazed into the stars,

Watched it twinkle.

While the icy hands of the winds,

Gently touched my skin.

The sound of crickets echoed.

I was one with nature.

A moment in peace, tranquil.

…………….

BANG!  BANG!

Shots rang across the neighborhood,

Terrified, shocked…I stood.

Then turned and ran to take cover,

Underneath my blankets, I shivered.

With fright,

Until I was swallowed by night.