Тhe dark clouds gazed intently at the
Earth lashed with incessant rain
On the horizon the cold sunset was playing out its
Daily drama
In splashes of icy blue and slanted rays
of the dying sun
Freezing water up to my knee
I was still standing there
Defiant, staring back,
Eyes to eyes
Among the silver spears
Feebly the sickly ashes clawed at the wind
The squirrel rolled its tiny body into a ball
But the hawk has already risen on the wing
Merciless and unstoppable
like death
March 2, 2008
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