No Light

By , Grantsburg, WI

I looked high and low.
That was when I heard that crow.
The bird of death.
Sang it’s dreaded song.
I fell to my knees.
This couldn’t be.

And so as the wind blew,
I thought of you.
The moon was bright,
but I felt no light.

Maybe you were right.






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