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I wrote this one from a dream I had... Enjoy dearest readers and honor guests.
The land is flat and the winds blow strange. I see the bird of death circling outside my window over a hurt rabbit waiting for it to die. Way in the distance I see the lights faint for the city. I hear the wind blow cool and whirling in the attic. I turn to the fields looking out the window of my room and see a figure walking through the high wheat slowly at first and then clutching to his hat to block the strong wind. He stops to look up as if to see which direction is he going in and he catches sight of me in the window. I step back not knowing from this distance who he is. A window is blown open in the other room and I hurry to close it.
Has I reach the window in the other room I hear a shot from outside. I run back to my room and see the figure walking over to pick up the dead rabbit. The figure is close enough to see that it is a man. Young and strong with long hair that is blowing in the wind. He is headed for my front door.
The raven's ominious black cry as he claims his meal that the man shot and left laying on the ground. What is the gun for if he is not hunting. A man with a gun as no business in my small home.
I thought to myself, as if to calm my fear, "let's not over react."
There is no need for any assumption. It was but a kindness, to both the dying rabbit and the raven he did. I collected myself and found the courage to creep down the rugged and chipped steps of my 1820's home to the narrow window by the front door.
I stop at the bottom of the stairs has I hear his footsteps on the creaky old boards of the front steps. He stops just short of the door I can see his shadow across the narrow window. As I stand waiting, gazing at the patterned cracks in the paint of the front door and listening to the biiter blow of the wind and the elements it stirs outside. His footsteps were strong and heavily heard as he drew close to the door but had a rhythmic step as he walked that was almost hipnotic. I moved slowly closer to the door try not to make any sound. The sheer curtain that was nicely gather in the window by the door allowed you to see out just a little but the stranger would not see me as easily. He had a voice of strong depth and with it ask as if he knew I was a lady alone. "Let me in my lady. Have you know soul to aid me."
The door to the house opened and my Dad called, "Come to the house, Gal. Didn't you here the dinner bell?"
I closed my book and stood up. The wind blow strange and the bird of death circling the rabbit that had hopped away from her.. She opens the book to the first page and read again, "The land is flat and the winds blow strange. I see the bird of death circling out my window over a hurt rabbit waiting for it to die. She thought to herself maybe I should run to the house...
Then I felt his breath on my neck behind me. I turned quickly to see his eyes with a touch of blood red color in them.
I jerked and woke from the dream. Quickly picked up my book from the ground and ran to the house. Shut the heavy wooden door behind me and then I heard the shot. I opened the book again thinking it was just part of the dream and not written in the pages. I turned to the first page and went directly to the verse in the book I was looking for and read, "Has I reach the window in the other room I hear a shot from outside." I leaned against the front door with my heart still thumping in my long narrow neck from running to the house.
Then I heard the creak of the steps and a low voice from the outside. "Where you going to run now my lady?"