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
Larger sins
vices that harm
those will be the ones that she notices
that must be fixed.
Howled fear
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
Photo by Jordan Whitt on Unsplash
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