Kronberg Crimes 01 - The Devils Grin

shine
    Toward an earthly demise
    One, two, three, tens of thousands
    Meander to form new happy hunting grounds.

    The mighty oaks still shed
    As first light plays the spoil
    Drowning out this soft percussion
    Until next year’s awaited show.

    Hungry songbirds clamor for a bite
    Perhaps in celebration
    Knowing full well fallen leaves
    When wet attract the juiciest snacks.

    Putting the finishing touches
    On another work of art
    My ears discern, “Anything you need, Dear?”
    “Yes Ma’am, another dream as this!”

    Her finger in jest draws circles against her temple
    “Good Lord, when do all these leaves come down?”
    “Did you not see this morning’s paper yet?”
    “Cover page no less, ‘Leaves Fall at Night.”

    Copyright © 2012, Ulli Rische.
    With permission to reproduce in “The Devil’s Grin” e-book edition.