”I am totally preening with pride.” No, it’s not a camouflage.” ”I am preening because today’s prompt for Writing 101 was humbly offered by me and accepted by Ben Huberman.”
”So I crave your indulgence while I inundate you with poetry 🙂 ”
Crouched in the thick bushes,
Fatigue camouflaged and blended with the brushes.
His fingers placed on the trigger,
Steady, like that of a true sniper.
Yet his heartbeats are so loud in his ears,
They were erratic from his present fears.
Sweat dripped and glazed his eyes,
Mingled with tears of his silent goodbyes.
As his days flashed by so fast,
When the heat missile blasted past.
Beneath his camouflage of bravery,
Lay a young soul torn to shreds.
As he was laid down to rest,
On his marble stone engraved with crest,
”Here lies a brave soul at rest.”
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
It’s time for a little game of poetic hide-and-seek with Day 9’s prompt, Camouflage, by the prolific @jacquelineobyikocha.