Harvest
Don't hide in the grass!
You are not as safely buried in the
golden blades of your hummock home
as you think, but only hidden from eyes
which do not see you and feet that
would crush you against rock.
The flames licking at their
heels are what will most certainly consume you.
Run swift, little mice
flee this safe sanctuary you've come to know
Go now go!
Don't be a careless causality
of this harsh reality
that's not yours,
but theirs.
Run innocents.
Run from the fallout
Quickly now go.
KLK