They run in fields, dreamers and artists. Unaware of the weight they carry on their backs. The future is calling for them, pulling them closer to their destiny as coders and programmers. Meat in seats. An owl watches from the conifer stand, knowing full well what their future holds. He knows how long it might take them to find their way back to these fields and forests -if ever. But he doesn’t say a word of it, because right now they are free.
A phoenix-red moon
peaks from behind gray-scale clouds-
children laugh and play.