Village Haunting

In pre dawn gray
A tiger creeps through a tent
Steals a 5 day old infant
And vanishes in the morning mist
The village wails ring in the morning
The child is buried in spirit
But for years
The village is haunted
By an infant’s cries
But only on the nights where the silence lays heavy
And the wind neglects to stir the grass
Where the lions lay in wait

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