Bitter Night

Bitter Night

The wind moans forlornly through the trees.
Dog wails,

Grieving his missing master.
An owl calls,

But is not answered.
A lone coyote howls into the night.

And then in the ensuing silence,
Even the cold dispassionate moon

Hides its face from the grieving widow
And from the icy avalanche grave.

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