The red clay glistens and the sun shines on it as it sets
The trails empty as the hikers settle for the chilling night
the magpies chirp and squawk alerting
others that night is close
The ripples in the sky show that the wind is turning into a gust
rushing through the trees and powering over the canyons
Chirp, chirp, chirp … Squawk, squawk, squawk
The trails empty as the hikers settle for the chilling night
the magpies chirp and squawk alerting
others that night is close
The ripples in the sky show that the wind is turning into a gust
rushing through the trees and powering over the canyons
Chirp, chirp, chirp … Squawk, squawk, squawk
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
Ahmad-Mobeen
otherpoet
FrAme
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