Circles : The Mountain Hideout : Part 10

Stratus clouds,
Litter the sky,
Periodically allowing,
          The sun
             To break Through,

  Like heavenly TV,
          on cue,
    Emits an easterly shadow,
  Casting darkened imprints,
     To follow our footsteps,

    By,
  Gazing a far,
        The meandering trail,
   A maple,
      A oak,
  A walnut,
         A birch,

   Randomly placed,
       Across a mountain side,
    Stripped of all color,
        Persephone's curse,

     Only a lone evergreen,
 Greets our passing,
        blocking wildly,
   the northerly chill,

  From a distance,
 Pursuers,
   Beat their drum,
 Rhythmically trying,
     to catch up,

    The fear....

   We must hide,
 But where?
    Another horizon,
    another after that,
          anoth....

    It came to me in,
      Mid though,
         Charley is just playing,
        another one of his games,

  There in the distance,
        a token force,
     guarding a pass,
          long forgotten,
      
    We set up camp,
  and plan our assault,
      drawing in dirt,
    on a distant hill,

    We'll pass the gate,
 at 19 hundred,
    clear the building,
  room by room,

         With,
    Groups of two,
        Moving fast,
    Eliminating all,
       In the resistance force.

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