by Mari McKee
Contest Entry for Sunny's Monthly Poetry Contest
Autumn Falls/ Word Count 131
Little soldiers fall randomly,
but won’t be walked upon,
heroically fighting back
with pinches upon feet that trod.
Drummer boys and flag boys,
wearing red, yellow or gold,
fall together or singly, rapidly en masse,
their bodies crunching under foot.
Daylight hours are forcibly shortened,
allowing night to triumph over day,
Warming breezes forcibly replaced,
cooling winds suck up heat, like vampires.
Pretty little song birds disappear,
in their place, large birds
fly in military-like formations
in precise aerial feats.
Deer fall prey to hunter’s bullets,
as soldiers unfairly bait the fields,
wear camouflage clothes to blend,
waiting in tree stands to kill.
The deaths as Autumn falls,
from the pine cones and leaves,
to the untimely deaths of deer,
becoming the ghosts of the night.