Ambushed

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Roving coyotes scream and howl,

Terrorizing shrieks bounce

Above the trees and across the fields,

Shudders slither up my neck,

I imagine unwary prey ambushed

In the crisp star-studded navy night.

Soulless slayer brays and boasts,

Across networks and through the nation,

Blatant lies boldly broadcast

Treachery thwarts my rhythm,

I grieve for 200,000 innocent souls

Needlessly dead on the autumn equinox.

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Cinda Findlan, a native of western Pennsylvania, now resides on an island in the St. Lawrence River with her husband, Paul, and furry companion, Goldie. Wellesley Island, NY has two bridges, one to mainland USA and the other to Canada, where her son and granddaughters live. In addition to writing, Cinda spends her time painting with acrylics and reading. She is currently revising her first historical fiction novel.

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