The Enemy
In a field of planted pines newly thinned
Neat trees in parallel rows lined up straight
Much more visibility once again
Cleaned and gleaned open for all to see fate
Entered in the open gate to escape
But the enemy can see every move
A blessing disguised fog came like a drape
Covering emotions he can make use of
Behind a tree crouched upon the damp ground
Coated in fog, heart pounding, holding a scream
Waiting for the enemy to hear sounds
Of my breathing_or thoughts as they stream
Only the thick fog protects as he turns
Leaves through the open gate death is now spurned
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2013
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