I long for midwinter days
Muffled walks in solitude
Golden leaves uncovered –
Ravens flying low
Days of trepidation in the
Land of shame and
Long shadows,
Sinful pleasures abound
I long for the ultimate caw
I carry the silver spoon
Awaiting her final call –
Descending
Days of fey nagging
Eyes untouching
Paws pouncing
... Death
