Discretion - Pedro The Lion

having no idea that his youngest son was dead 
the farmer and his sweet young wife slept soundly in his bed 
in the shadow of the mountain as the cattle hung their heads 
grazing only feet from where the broken body lay 
and would lay undiscovered for another couple days when the farmer would find vultures at their banquet in the hay 
the killer traveled eastbound in a golden brown sedan 
weighing his most recent deviation from the plan counting down the hours til the sun came up again hired to hit the farmer by the farmer’s asshole sun he had not yet decided between poison or a gun 
when suddenly he realized he would not use either one