The sound of footsteps
breaks the silence of the night.
Only Its eyes
can see
beyond the darkness
and the falling snow,
before Its attack.
Poem (C): Me
“A Cat” (C): Väinö Rouvinen
There is nothing
in the darkness,
except a ghostly voice
singing in the
cold December night.
It hopes with his voice
to find
hospitality
in Its journey,
far away from the cold and the dark.
Poem (C): Me
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