Cailin

Red are my knees

Cycling I thought

Was a breeze

No air on my back

Sun piercing my eyesight

Black crows delight

Hungry for my flesh

Waiting for my fall

He will surely eat me

I must not stall

Red juice falls

Off my bottom lip

I slowly wipe

It away

With my finger tip

Enough he shouts

Blows out a whistle

Peeking from the edges

Wild tin whistles

Where is the water

Where is the rain

To end this suffering

This enduring pain

Leaves that shimmer

Slug eaten edges

My transport not far way

I could run through

The hedges

Hide surely I won’t

Be seen

I am a clever

Irish Cailin

Snap he switches on

Eyes and feet latched forward

I chase the breeze

Waving goodbye

His face priceless

Goodbye strawberry fields

I won’t taste your fortune

Harvest you

Neither will I slave away

In sun scorched heat

Burning my soul away