Cold Wind was caught and heat
returned. Green lustre less ears
of wheat turned yellow and
the pointed hair fluffed.
White butterflies above
were finding sites to set.
They hovered. Wide white wings
looked like eyelids, which winked
on clear airy face.
The hot transparent beast
went through the heaving field.
It bent the wheat with pads.
It fell on its wide back
and rubbed itself against
the pointed pikes of wheat.
A lot of bending steams
were rocking. Lots of hackles
combed hair of the beast.
Nothing betokened trouble.
A trembling locust cloud
appeared in the sky.
It neared to the field.
The sun had hidden in thrill
of being eaten up.
by Thea Ariss
23.10.2024
Invasion. The Kingdom of the Sun
© Copyright: Тея Арис, 2024
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