The town was old and familiar
A footpath---muddy, bare of asphalt leading to the woods around the corner
Hovels were at a dead end here
Peddlers stretched themselves for a sweet rest after selling their wares
Quiet and shady was the bumpy ground
Away from all the noise and every jarring sound
Lying here, face upturned, blue cloudless skies embraced the world
Dreamily, unaware of what was to come
The little town carried on until they heard an unusual thrum
Planes whizzed by, in dozens they counted
Some sat frozen and some made for the woods as panic mounted
Running helter-skelter to the screeches shrill
Their blood ran cold as trees were torn down and in half they split
Townsfolk didn't stand a chance, homes were wiped and everything looked disheveled
The bumpy footpath was strewn with corpses and finally stood levelled.
©️ Sangeetha Kamath
Pic Courtesy: Pixabay
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