The flintlock click
Of the hammer falling
Reveals an ebbing horizon
Splashed with streaks of vermillion.
The sound of the penny dropping
Wakes the crows
In their ragged perch.
In claws of branches and talons
The call resumes in a cacophony.
Echoes of hastes and inconveniences
Less the trifling life in hand.
Heartbeast, bleeding eyes and pebbles
Puffed up inevitably
Silenced with a shrug,
With joining the queue
and killing time.
There's more where that came from!