On the railroad track
Rustling leaves on autumn days
A sun which conceals itself
Behind deathly ill cloud formations
Of blackened swirling haze
Her staff planted firmly
Upon the scorched earth
Hair that was once flowing
Is now a tangled mass
Her stench repels all of life
Until she is desired no more
Her heart only beats
To keep the beast inside alive
Tainted with fear
The morning dew clings to her
In recompense she tears wildly
Into the sacks of food left for her
Glancing at me momentarily
In my departure
With no thought of approach
Until the next return
When I approach
On darkened autumn days
~Moses~
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