Fog on a winters night

Shattering furiously
As the moon haunts the sky,
The air echoing like an emty space
Each tiny molecule sufforcating from my tight embrace.

Screaming silence
And the stars call out to hell,
Fog and water vapour drifting like a clouded bed.
Tightly pulling like cotton and thread.

Sharp and alert
The trees stand like warriors,
Still and resting from preditor and life,
Slicing the bolder like skin to a knife.

inhaling poisoned air,
Lying down but not resting or still
Danger flying quickly throughout the night.
But not giving up without a fight.

Boneata Bell

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