A Field

It's weird and strange,

With no mountain range.

With no green but black grass,

With the ground looking like brass.

With no flowers to smell, no insect to disturb.

There are no trees, no herbs.

Looks like a wizardly world to me,

Is it open for others to see?

When I zoom out,

I figure that I was wrong.

It was my brother's bald scalp,

Shaved before long.