(for 5.23.2012) Betrayal and Red

I sleep to the sound of crickets singing their song. Or rather I did. 

I used to sleep without a fear. Free, moving like the wind, careless. 

I took care of me, and that was enough. The creatures were my company. 

Then he came.  He looked handsome, what my uneducated brain perceived as handsome. There he stood, everything about him — red. And black. That should have warned me. 

He intrigued me. 

I befriended him, showed him my woods. 

Then one day, he did something I didn’t understand. 

He betrayed me. 

I lay dying at his feet. 

Red. Blood. Betrayal. Trust.