Two children of  just a few years

stare out into the vast wilderness

from a car’s window view

Grandfather and grandchildren

embarking on a grand adventure

a day in the country

more happiness found there

than ever found in the city

there lies the villa  in the sleepy hills

where they spent their vacations

ever since they were delivered in to this world

today’s agenda

riding horses through

the virgin acres of land

Helps each up upon the beasts

twice their  size

He checks their bridals and saddles too

They ride for an hour no more

to a field that lays secluded

where secrets lie

He has packed a lunch for all three

upon his request they lay out the blanket

but from behind he unsheathes a revolver

two shots and the deed is done

for a father’s betrayal

he checks their bridals and saddles too

fires the gun once more

and lets them ride to their tomb