Morning Sacrifice

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This morning the sky is draped in gray.

The dark clouds sulk, menacing rain.

Somber like priests before a sacrifice,

the trees pray. Impassive, their throats

proffered, the clouds await.

 

The sacredness of the moment fills my

heart. A prayer forms in my mind, its

words not spoken since amphibians

invaded the land. I feel like climbing

to the highest branch, and intoning a

primordial chant. A mighty drama is

about to enfold. Full of expectation I

hold my breath, but the fluffy herd

moves on and is gone, without a drop

of rain.

 

Pete