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.