the trees bristled in their empty anger
the breeze whistled clearly of its danger
the leaves fled the branches like golden feathers
abandoned their home to this cold weather
the sun shivered in its unhelpful gloom
glowed only palely in its omen of doom
the sky hung just above the buildings heads
the man tramped past with feet of lead
dim clouds bulged on the murky set
splashing toward the grinning threat
the rascal hid himself lost in shade
deep within the abetting glade
the man came closer unaware
the rascal pulled the man in there
the rascals blade was sharp and ready
his fist was hard his grip was steady
the man felt only the first thrust
then his life just left him left his trust
the murder scene was bound with tape
to passers by a theft a rape
no name or knowledge did the landscape show
no clue or hint to let us know
it held its silence without shame
and never gave us the rascals name
.
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