Children scurrying
(Slithering) out of rooms,

        Lifting the ground amongst their troubled steps (wishing for tethered stones to clack against heavy heels) and dawn creeps sheepishly into a
Graze.

                        Wolf.

Of Death's hand raising attendance and suddenly
         The innocence of time is given way to the rustling of leaves (leaving their shells/denounced) in falltime inquisition
nomore time; evaporating seconds into literary atmospheric temperaments
               Moons scream(exhausted) for the colony of waves eroding
  ****** scenes into an absent shore