Playing in the grass on the hill. The first to muster the courage to touch “The Scarecrow” wins the game. Courage in numbers they say. We all creep closer. What is this? A cave? A new place to play. It is dark and scary. Another way to prove our courage. Who goes first? The bravest always die young.
No, there is a fiend living in the cave! Some are dying. I can’t reach them all. Just one. My favorite. We share poetry. Her I will bring back to her home. She can’t die out here.
Why do they hate me? Why do they attack? I am being kind. I am not a monster!
Why? Why? Why? Why do the innocent always die?