filling the darkness with mystery.
The moon shines down
onto a family of graceful creatures
running through the fog,
Running in search of a friend,
a kinsman.
Suddenly someone stops,
smells the damp grass they walk on
and lifts her head sorrowfully to the moon.
She opens her mouth and lets out
a long mournful call for the lost soul.
Her eyes stare at the stars
searching for consolation
The others prowl the area
hoping to find evidence of life.
One by one
they begin to cry out to the night
and stalk the forest
for their dead friend.
One by one
they return to the place
of the killing and lay down to rest
in the crimson tipped grass.