Angel in Disguise

Icy cold
wind sheers
layers of clothes
paper sandwiched between
looking for warmth
a spot of safety to sleep
while the world blindly walks by.
Looking for food
searching the dumpsters
garbage cans
fighting with rats for leftovers
to make a daily meal.
Half eaten entrees
thrown out
disposable income
no need to take home
there is always food to be found
only have to open the fridge.
She saw him huddled
seeking warmth
turned her eyes away
walking briskly in the other direction.
She looks back
seeing him trudge along
wind battering
voice biting her soul.
‘Excuse me? 
May I buy you breakfast?’
He
startled looks up
sees the woman
wonders if she is a foreigner 
or an angel
come to deliver him.
Breakfast
a card for later meals
and she departs.
A smile over her
shoulder
as he sits
watching
wondering
if he would ever see his angel again.
©Feb. 6/20
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The Hunters

Standing
looking down the barrel
a gun aimed at her head
silent tears
track through the dust on her cheeks.
He tells her to kneel
he demands that she begs
yet she looks up at him
defiant to the end.
Gun shot rang
the echo
shattering the midnight silence
she fell at his feet.
All the others lay on their bellies
heads pressed to the dirt
afraid to move
even a single twitch.
They do not want to end up like her.
Lies will be spewed
as asses are covered
but the truth shall be found
for no one with a conscience can sleep
while they play hunter
their prey helpless at their feet.
Humanity will be lost
if this is left to fester
all cannot be shot
if we stand up to the Jester.
Picture via: Photo by Sebastián León Prado on Unsplash