One Evening at Dusk

They reach for you—————–

Chirping their dying gasp…

The crickets folded their wings for the night…

Their warning given…

To the wary..

and the alert…

and to all points

in between…

But still…

Most ears were closed…

or too filled with sappy wax

clogging any sounds…

or pleadings…

to notice the stillness…

and the eery quietness…

Draped over the copse

like a dusky whisper…

Silver whistling an introduction

until her appearance…

Moving feather soft in the

graying twilight..

She comes on scarlet wings…

With a kiss that bleeds

And eyes that promise

life…

but only deliver death…

Which may be scary…

Yes, it may be frightening indeed…

But what would you expect

to come to come floating out

of the woods…

on a  sweet, sparkly night…

such as this?

—————-

David L. Whitman 08/25/2013 avoiding the mosquitoes

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18 thoughts on “One Evening at Dusk

  1. Always love your way of
    intriguing your reader to the last word…
    which lingers…
    Teeters in the fabrics of our brain…
    Til we fall through…
    To plummet to the end
    Of each piece you craft with…
    A slow…
    Needle…
    Threading us through…
    🙂

  2. I like this part. its like some kind of scary movie scene.
    She comes on scarlet wings…
    With a kiss that bleeds
    And eyes that promise
    life…
    but only deliver death…

    I really like photo 🙂

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