The In-Between

Owls fly back toward the dark, mice follow escaping the day as if they were owls. I hear the rustle of first light Hear the tramp and scurry of predators and prey passing each other as realities readjust. At the tree-line there are hunters, they arrived in the dark - hawks and men and other daylight carnivores. A short country walk ends at a small parking lot with the sounds of more violence. Here between the killing fields sun-up rises, its lovely face a promise of one more perilous daybreak. .