Night Winds

The night winds ramble over rooftops
With heavy paw prints on the tiles,
And leave their chilly trails with claws
That sink into the rooms below.

Deep howling shakes the windows through
Which passing glances eye all warmth
With hateful greed eliciting
A snarl that kicks against the air.

In funnels slashing at the moon
They scatter flakes of skin that settle
As icy tissue on the cars
That Dawn dissolves to fragile dew.

The exiled pack then leave their lonely
Sad notes to echo down the stucco
Pale canyon of the morning streets
As streetlights dim to hide themselves.

Santiago del Dardano Turann