Faced with the hellish summer, camouflaging and ambushing
it never ends
Another ominous wind would whip up a storm, bringing more than a flurry into their home. Colored embers, red and yellow, drift down.
In the night, carved pumpkins and a bereaved autumn loom. Deep in the shadows, roaches encroach.
a whiskey-breath nightmare with malevolent intentions follows her on the trail.
A vigilant presence has kept vigil, guarding children who run swiftly through thickets.
like a bright angel, a bird seeking the sun.
So pure of heart, and a thing so rare
It is a sin to kill a mockingbird
Citation: Lee, Harper. To Kill a Mockingbird. New York: Grand Central Publishing, 1960