Quiet of the Night

October 10, 2017

Treading across the moonlit snow,
hand in hand
with mum and dad.

silent breeze
caresses my rosy wind-bitten cheeks.

All is quiet as
we continue our hike across
the snowy field.

No far-off owl hooting.
No creatures scampering

dark storm clouds
appear overhead.

Torrents of snow
gush down as
we flew towards our lit cottage.

The howl of the
North Wind
growls outside.

A far-off
howl is heard.
A wolf’s calling, mummy says.

slowly dies down.
No wolf, no wind, no falling snow.
But the quiet of the night has already been stolen away.

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