Sirens
Blue lights with quail calls
Out past the Point of Suspicion,
She went trouble hunting
Shooting down our reasonable doubts
His deer stand remains empty
And dusty as the case for
Your sanity
Copyright © A.E. Rivenbark | Year Posted 2014
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