The evening quiet as a mouse praying in a churchI slip into the night The wings of the bat its latest meal in searchWhisper to me dark tidingsMy heart will jump and give a lurchAs we hunt sinners this evening This is a poem from a prompt from dVerse: “Today we are finding different waysContinue reading “Hunting Sinners”
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