Outside, in the distance
a wild cat did growl
two riders were approaching
the wind began to howl. -Bob Dylan
Hoofbeats on the tundra!
Beneath a mage's moon
she draws her shutters closely,
prays morning finds her soon.
Thunder shatters silence,
a rapping at her door
tears the night asunder--
a mountain cat's wild roar.
All along the cornflower
rows, shadows dance with glee,
seeking answers in the wind
howling by a lone oak tree.
Dawn finds an empty homestead--
bleeds in through broken panes,
across spilled dill an' fennel
and spattered, rusty stains.
First published by Poppy Road Review
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