Breakfast

 

Breakfast

 

The town shuttered against the night cold,

The marauders shrouded in pre-dawn mist.

The impatient horse stamps on the overlook,

The answer from the sleeping village null.

The livestock collected in barns and rested,

The silence expanding while waiting on sunrise.

The first ray shot quicker than arrow,

The rim of the day brightening.

The trilling of the first bird awakening,

The signal given for the approach.

The down-ride advance sounding of thunder,

The plunderer making way to the inevitable.

The villagers awakening to the onrush,

The bandit headlong to the victory.

The ground giving way to the spiked pit,

The beasts and the riders falling pierced.

The townsmen advancing with bow and spear,

The job being finished in short time.

The looting begun in the old trap,

The feast will begin before noon.

 

Cliff Lake 3/5/2024

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