Little Brown Hen

Looking at her

you would never foresee

the secret life that she leads.

How when darkness falls

she slides through the shadows

a nightmare

caught in the corner of your eye.

Pray that you have not sinned

pray that if you have

it is a small one

that can be overlooked

forgiven

unpunished.

Larger sins

vices that harm

those will be the ones that she notices

that must be fixed.

Howled fear

repentance

finally acceptance

until silence does reign.

The last thought in your mind

how nondescript she looks

how nonthreatening

until her knife rips you apart.

Aug. 20/18

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