#128 (witch-hunt)

there is a


around the willows

cooling embers leaving a mark

on dried skin


predator and prey

the scales were tipped

when the hunter tripped

on a root

suddenly in his path

the moss took his fall

in a distance the calls

of a family of owls

drove reassuring songs

to the clearing

the witches eyes blazed

as she spun him around

trapped him inside a maze

beneath sacred tree ground

and his head dangled soon


while the moles kept him fed

with earthworms and some root

he most certainly went mad

once he started to hoot

10th February 2017


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