The wind kicked up and swirled around
Sweeping through the desolate town
With urgency, it blew on by
'Til it reached the window sill.
There on the ledge, the wind revealed
A large black bird, his eyes like steel
Looking intently at the scene below
Of a man and his wife under the window sill.
"Caw!' it cried, in the dead of night
Warning them of his impending flight
For what he saw was indeed a sight
Right there, underneath the window sill.
The man cried out, at his demise
"I have stolen goods and stolen lives!
"For now he beckons me from on high.
Up there in that window sill."
"It's harvest time, as you can see
For all who sow are sure to reap
And now it's time to have your fill,"
Cried the bird from atop the window sill.
She kissed his bloodied face once more
Then ran for cover behind the door
As two men sent shots into the night
Where he knelt just below the window sill.
"Caw, caw!" he squawked mid-flight
Circling the body not once, but thrice
Watching as the man took one last breath
His final
Right there
Under the window sill.
"Be careful now what things you do
The good, the bad, it's up to you
For if you choose to live in sin
Maybe next
It'll be I
At YOUR window sill."
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Frightful Things - A Collection Of Short Stories
HorrorA collection of fun, quirky, and horrifying tales. This will be a work in progress. Enjoy.
