Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

First July Blog.

Horror!!!! It’s July, already!!!!

Muddied Hues.

Sepia, a dark foreboding tone,
Black notes, playing a mournful tune.
Molten sparks spit like fireflies,
Rising high into the skies.
Curling fronds of smoky hue,
Choking to death, the forest view.
Cracking twigs, send a snapping sound
Through the dark trees, atop sunken mound.
Rodents crunkle the fallen litter,
Beetles go wary, from the midnight critter.
What lies below? We cannot tell.
Nothing sacred ‘neath this sorry dell.
Footsteps scare away friend and foe,
Which way, where way, should we go?
From cloudline shadow, the moon arises,
Shafts of pale light never disguises
Tree from stump, or movements bold,
To pathway, savage beast beholds
Quarry, ,just ahead of time,
Thinking surely, mine, all mine.
Grasping axe, testing swing,
Treadily warily, least nightjar sing.
Needs the bird in silent mode,
Crossing the empty forest road,
On to where the victims lurk,