Black cat slithering
through the field
sinuous around each
clump and weed,
a void against the
grey-tan grasses
abandoned by winter.
Above, sky showing ribs.
Below, all paths and trace
concealed,
obliterated.
NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Fourteen
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Nice! I like that ribbed sky as well.