The crack was centered vertically on my window
From bottom to top. I peered out the right
Side of the long break to the windy
World; my eyes fixed upon the site
Of fields of wheat that swayed
At the mercy of the winds, like the beauty
Of ocean waves so far away.
And same as the sea, small
Creatures would ascend in ritual, and
Descend to their haven of wheat so thick and tall.
I glanced through the left side of the
Crack to the darkening sky. Soon coyote
Eyes seeking a feast would begin yelping
That high pitched noise of a mythical beast,
Frightening to man, and most frightening, the
Unheard noise, their language, their own, their hellish eyes
without a body. As dawn would approach, they vanished as
If the light would bring them death, for they are built for the night.
Thanks to the laws of time, the sun rose again, and
Through that vertical break in the glass, our star shall
Spread the light as Heavenly rays, sparkling and shining
Through a poor mans stained glass window.
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