In the quiet morning
beneath the cashmere calm,
behind the dog's soft snoring
and the purring knead of pinked flesh,
a chill threatens from the door
that won't quite close.
The wind teases
the cracks around the casement,
searches for purchase on the slippery ledge,
its sucking need just outside.
The winter sky has gone
dull white, a rictus that sucks
the color from the earth.
And no thousand trees' brown
fingers can pull it back.
It is the season when the weak
tire of waiting and the strong grow tired.
It perches on the sill,
spies through the shutters,
ruffles it feathers and waits
for the shattering.
Poor Monster.
It is consumed with lonely
and it wants only
you. Wrap yourself in dread
and wait for the final signal bell.
The last train leaves at dusk.
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[image: Bernese Mountain Dog]
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