The hoof beats echo off the dusty trail
fine powder churned up as they go
A thousand goats stampeding
bleating in the night
woe is the living creature in their path
Facing the uncertain
we push on through pre-dawn mist
the dew is like soft wet kisses on my legs as we run
It’s out there somewhere
stealthy, waiting
like looking for a needle in a haystack
we search on
Finding it
will be easy enough
Compared to killing a monster
that doesn’t exist
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Writer of romantic suspense and HEAs. Wordsmith and adventurer, lover of music and nature, driven to tell stories both true and crafted. Visit me at daisyknox.com
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