No Place to Run

by Candy Rohde

I hear a grinding brutal growl.
The land churns in a merciless
Armageddon as bulldozer
monsters strip the land.
Raccoons, hares, hedgehogs, field mice,
white-tailed deer, skunks, red fox,
black squirrels, cottontail rabbits,
line silent at the edge of the woods,
noses and flanks trembling, eyes dilated.
They rise on their hind legs
disoriented, beseeching,
like victims in a public execution.

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