The Child in the Night

to see if anyone else emerged from the wheat,

he waited, stock still.

But nobody else emerged.

Just the child, his face cradled in chubby hands.

The farmer picked him up,

rough calloused hands against warm, soft skin.

Only then did he see the child’s eyes.

 

 

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