You feel it

The buzzing in the air about your head


You are being watched, senses heightened,

You look around frightened

For an unseen assailant

The light washes out the colour

Transforming the landscape into blocks

Of brown and blue and khaki green

Your rapid turning head is blurring

The scene

You hear a distant scraping

On the wire a blade is sharpened

The pounding in your head

Your blood

Racing like your heart

A whoosh, a crack right by your ear

Like thunder

A flash of feathered lightening

Striking again

And again

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