The Parade By Steven Huynh It starts with a clash of branches Limbs extending, reaching far into the sky

The banners flutter with the wind Leaves of orange, scarlet, maroon Synchronized marching, eerily symmetrical Ants strutting with flair in rows of two Screeching, howling, cheering echoes throughout Deafening wind blowing past my ears It ends with the impending shadow, dusk A blanket of stars covers the night