Trees stark,

tall in the park;

scrabbling limbs reach up to the dark.

 

Winter day,

children play;

running and shrieking, oblivious prey.

 

Shrouded eyes

fantasise,

ever aware of terrible prize.

 

Quiet word,

no-one heard;

straggler split from clamouring herd.

 

Raised shout,

searching out,

recrimination all about.

 

Vacant stare,

deep despair;

where’s my girl with golden hair?