Something Is Moving

Something is moving in the cool lonely night.

I heard it call softly, like the glow of a light,

Down the wintery hollows and skull-bones it went

Chasing an eardrum like hounds chase a scent.

It rustled and chattered and whistled its song

Through the sleepy dull nighttime its tune went along

To the watchtower guards asleep at their posts

To alight in the belfry with the bells and the ghosts.

When I heard its small sound as it shivered and sighed,

Some part of me deep in my lower chest cried

And I went away from that place feeling cold,

Like the sound would keep searching, but never grow old.

                                                -Kaitlyn Medina                       [12/6/09]


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