Caught.
Air-blue flew the skirt of quick
freshening breeze.
It danced as it travelled thru\'
rustle-dry meads.
Oozed danger over thick thorn
lacking water.
Shook leaves against rock split
with heat\'s torture.
Stirred dust until wisps of light
smoke caught thin twigs.
Lit, the first glow birthed fire\'s
dread beginning.
Like a side-winding snake shot
flame down a hillside.
Eyes who had seen this before
became frightened.
Dense woodland stood waiting
caught in the affray.
Timber when seared to glazed
arid will conflagrate.
Forest blaze boasts no respect
for life in the wild
Inferno\'s most insatiable greed
leaves no survivors.