Hour 3 Prompt 3

 

Lapwings on the Moors

 

The clouds settled early over the moors today

Reminding me of the frosts that coat the late lapwing eggs in their nests

 

So I ran

I ran to gather them

To protect them

To save them

To give them a warm place they might shelter during the cold night

 

Only to find you’d tortured them with your trap

And now I see your bars

I long to escape your hold before I die in the nest as well