Dream In the Afternoon
Laying on a bed of late blooming flowers and yellow straws I looked up and studied clouds formations. Europe, The Far East and America were linking fluffy arms with The Middle East as they drifted indolently across a UN blue sky.
Then, in the undergrowth a snake hissed, startled I got up, the breeze had a deep chill within, clouds where now military hostile and uniformly grey drifting miles apart. On field long legged sheep grazed unaware as, always, that fall is slaughtering time.
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