I lie flat, flatter than I’ve ever lain before. Cold wind burns my cheeks. I’m a shag on a rock, with nowhere to dig in. Surely they’ll see me.
An hour to sunset, or thereabouts.
My watch ticks, the loudest sound on the mountain side, but I daren’t turn my head to look. Instead I gaze down on the valley and the carnage below. That view’s going to get tired awfully quick. I fear the shooting and fighting’s not over yet. I wish that it were. I’m tired.
For more watch out for Words to Music.
An hour to sunset, or thereabouts.
My watch ticks, the loudest sound on the mountain side, but I daren’t turn my head to look. Instead I gaze down on the valley and the carnage below. That view’s going to get tired awfully quick. I fear the shooting and fighting’s not over yet. I wish that it were. I’m tired.
For more watch out for Words to Music.