Moo

Whispers of wind against grass,
subtle shift of petals, leaves,
cloying stillness in a quiet field.
He is alone.
Afraid, he stares into clear skies,
waiting for footsteps to echo,
closer, slower, a click.
“Moo,” he whispers,
but he really means why.

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