I've killed
just about everything that walks or crawled at one time or another.” Will
Munny, Unforgiven
Behind me,
The crack of a snapping twig.
Look around, scan the trees
And the gaps in between,
Listen beyond the breeze,
Nothing more heard, nothing seen.
Who or what?
A dog, a wolf,
A scavenger, a crazy man,
A bandit, a ghost,
Fairies, elves?
Twigs don't snap themselves.
(From "Jack Elam, I Gave You The Best Years Of My Life")
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