The bark stripped and scared from the talons in cantaloupe colored sky.
Strings of unmaintained yard grass corkscrews about as if playing in the gust.
A once painted fence hides from the world behind a wall of thorn covered vines.
The moon at the heals of the horizon the beginning is another final performance.
Hare stashed within its shelter finds the sweet dew waiting just outside for him.
Flowers in bloom scent the air and make easy forgetting the hooks on the tree.
Whistles from clicks echo between the raspy bark from a neighbors dog.
Her feathers blend her well into the backdrop of the oak thats her favorite.
The long solo branch she hunts from hangs high enough to rule this pasture.
Stalking while baking in the mornings opportunities as they to continue to unfold.
She sits and prey's with out the fear of remorse but with a specific need to fulfill.
The spoil no more aware and the assassin no more wicked for intention or act.
Chance will come for them both and luck will favor only one; the other deprived.
© Jeph Rants
