Prey for Grey

This view from my eerie cave occurred once before, before the beautiful Grey sky started to turn a fierce White and when all the people were happy in their little community. This was in the days before the Ravenous Cube took to the sky to look for easy pickings. Even the iron birds I see now over the distant Moor and over the horizon to Leeds can sense the people's fear of this vulturous fiend as it stalks it's prey on the white plains.