John The Shepherd by Hector M. Rivera Prologue The hooded figure darted from shadow to shadow blanketed by a bright noon day. The gutted torn buildings gave birth to crooked shadows like some demented Dr. Suess nightmare. Empty rusted cars provided his cover as he slowly neared his prize. It was being guarded by aContinue reading “John The Shepherd”
I may see you again, You watch me With mirth you might be Rubbing your hands togethor Wanting me. Maybe to shield Maybe to eat Maybe in heaven we will meet.